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How Strange (Free verse) by T. Becquerel

I met a man once He wanted my words But didn?t say it; He yearned for them Without knowing. He made a noise, Perhaps it was his last cry, Perhaps his Typical emotional waterfall Had made him The messenger of Humanity. So I wrote my words On a piece of paper, Folded it, And began to hand it to him, But his arm Had already Been wrenched From his body.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 3-Apr-03/12:59 PM
Yes and don't you also find it strange that whilst we chant in pious tones of charity and goodwill to all men, our reaction to the common beggar in the street is always to tread on his bollocks and vomit on his face. There's so much hypocrisy in western society that I sometimes feel like trampling a beggar's bollocks and vomitting on his face. Then maybe things would change. But not until we do something about Palestine. I'm all for an independant Palestinian state IN PRINCIPLE, but is that really the correct spelling of Palestinian? Yes. It is.




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