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Assassin Nation (Sonnet) by Blue Magpie

Good men are rare and we must mourn their death for we grow poorer as each one is lost, and wisely spend of both our thought and breath, to pray the Lord to help us bear the cost; and make our hearts as brave and wise as theirs so that we will not lie, nor cheat, nor steal, but show the world there?s still someone who cares, despite the pain and sorrow that we feel. Those who grow rich in darkness hate the light, for light knows well the foolishness of fears and strenghtens us to carry on the fight, though we at times see poorly through our tears. Although Zoran Djindjic is dead and gone, the light he lit for Serbia shines on.

lastobelus 14-Mar-03/11:02 AM
dark angel sat on his toilet
wond'ring "should I barbecue, bake it, or broil it?
whichever I do,
with this newly shat poo,
I mustn't forget to tinfoil it!"




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