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flying into the storm (Free verse) by herbgirlofbirkenau
i planted a garden of forget me nots
i watered them when the weather was hot
to make sure they didn't wither and die
while the sun blazed its reflection in my eye
i bought myself a jesus doll
and hung it from the basement wall
carving into it two by two
my semi-precious vicious wishes
vicarious but true
i cocooned myself into a leaf
unfolding in mystery and disbelief
as the rain came crashing down
trying to imprint me into the ground
nature was fighting to win
but that birthing force could never master
my world of impeccable sin
and i know it's all just a test
to see who or what loves me the best
and one day when the time is right
i will witness my heart
tearing bottom up into flight
and when the hour presses start
i will find the one who will refuse to depart
he will know all of my ways
and the earth will hear his silent praise
the reasons why will all become clear
redemption is here
-subtle and near
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Posted: May 30, 2004 11:08 PM PDT; Last modified: May 31, 2004 10:09 PM PDT
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I'm Dick Bumston, P.I.
That old Tory warhorse Michael Heseltine realised it was doomed to failure.
'All those prawn cocktails for nothing,' he sneered. 'Never have so many crustaceans died in vain.'"
-The Wolverhampton Express & Star