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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Perspectives of Pestilence

Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
The Moody Blues

Three initial paragraphs of political turmOIL deleted and replaced with a single link.  Not even the funny Neo-Nazi artwork remains.

One the bright side... Today is Micheal Angelo's and David Gilmores begining.

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