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Al-Qaida Blues
(
Free verse
) by
Bluemonkey
This is the teenage angst that Iâve had since I turned twenty. This is the casual lament for you and your absolute righteousness. This is my finest hour at the end of our endless days.
Dovina
11-Jul-05/11:51 AM
I'm assuming that because of the title, you are talking about an Arab teen with explosives taped around his stomach.
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