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July 3rd, 2008
Contributed by
surfwiththealien
on
Thursday, 3rd July 2008 @ 05:01:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
political
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I saw a tattered flag Lying along the side of the road;
Fifty stars huddled for warmth On a torn, cold skyline With a candy-cane of thirteen stripes Soiled by grains of dog excretion.
I stooped down beside the little guy And lifted him off of the pavement, Brushing the dried mess off of His badly broken body.
Just then, I heard the blaring horn Of a speeding sports utility vehicle Heading westward with a toxic cloud Of burning oil spewing from its backside.
I held my sleeve too my mouth As I choked on the miasma. The fuming smog floated along, Dispersing into the sickly air.
I wept as I laid my friend back down, Humbled by his honesty.
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surfwiththealien
... [
2008-07-03 17:01:01] (Date/Time posted on
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