like mercury colliding...
what kind of monster
rips babies from their mothers,
asylum seekers; punishment for hope
liberty’s promise rots, dead,
behind walls, hate, it’s not safe
the monsters here are real… 217 more words
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Jane Dougherty Writes
This day is so bright
sunshine on dew-glitter
the world is a little kinder
smiles somewhere wider
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The Millennium Conjectures™
“I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.”–Douglas Adams
One deadline you absolutely can’t miss is Towel Day. Keep your towel handy and don’t panic.
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No cars, no human voices,
twitter of music, machinery drone;
in this air, vibrating with bee and birdsong,
the only silence
is the hush of death.
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It sounds from the sound of gunshots that there is another ‘battue’ going on and some unfortunate animal is being exterminated.
This fragile peace
where bees drift and birds sing… 28 more words
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