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Forum Post: Conservative Denial is Killing Americans

Posted 3 months ago on April 8, 2014, 6:45 p.m. EST by ZenDog (13115) from South Burlington, VT
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[-] 1 points by ZenDog (13115) from South Burlington, VT 3 months ago

In my dream the dead did wander round,

round the house, wet, bedraggled and forlorn,

staring at the door, gate to warmth and comfort

once accustomed and for granted, now no more -

once accustomed and for granted, now no more.

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[-] 1 points by ZenDog (13115) from South Burlington, VT 3 months ago

April 8, 2014

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I woke before the sun, roused by the sound

of thunder rolling round the hill, and rain -

odd counterpoint: late maple sugar run

and stubborn icy snow pack clinging, thawed

and ragged in the muddy yard outside.

.

In my dream the dead did wander round,

round the house, wet, bedraggled and forlorn,

staring at the door, gate to warmth and comfort

once accustomed and for granted, now no more -

once accustomed and for granted, now no more.

.

In my dream the dead did wander round,

round the house, wet, bedraggled and forlorn,

staring at the door, gate to warmth and comfort

once accustomed and for granted, now no more -

once accustomed and for granted, now no more.

.

In my dream the dead did wander round,

round the house, wet, bedraggled and forlorn,

staring at the door, gate to warmth and comfort

once accustomed and for granted, now no more -

once accustomed and for granted, now no more.

.

© D. Winter

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[-] 0 points by ZenDog (13115) from South Burlington, VT 3 months ago

April 8, 2014

.

I woke before the sun, roused by the sound

of thunder rolling round the hill, and rain -

odd counterpoint: late maple sugar run

and stubborn icy snow pack clinging, thawed

and ragged in the muddy yard outside.

.

In my dream the dead did wander round,

round the house, wet, bedraggled and forlorn,

staring at the door, gate to warmth and comfort

once accustomed and for granted, now no more -

once accustomed and for granted, now no more.

.

In my dream the dead did wander round,

round the house, wet, bedraggled and forlorn,

staring at the door, gate to warmth and comfort

once accustomed and for granted, now no more -

once accustomed and for granted, now no more.

.

In my dream the dead did wander round,

round the house, wet, bedraggled and forlorn,

staring at the door, gate to warmth and comfort

once accustomed and for granted, now no more -

once accustomed and for granted, now no more.

.

© D. Winter

[-] 0 points by ZenDog (13115) from South Burlington, VT 3 months ago

April 8, 2014

.

I woke before the sun, roused by the sound

of thunder rolling round the hill, and rain -

odd counterpoint: late maple sugar run

and stubborn icy snow pack clinging, thawed

and ragged in the muddy yard outside.

.

In my dream the dead did wander round,

round the house, wet, bedraggled and forlorn,

staring at the door, gate to warmth and comfort

once accustomed and for granted, now no more -

once accustomed and for granted, now no more.

.

In my dream the dead did wander round,

round the house, wet, bedraggled and forlorn,

staring at the door, gate to warmth and comfort

once accustomed and for granted, now no more -

once accustomed and for granted, now no more.

.

In my dream the dead did wander round,

round the house, wet, bedraggled and forlorn,

staring at the door, gate to warmth and comfort

once accustomed and for granted, now no more -

once accustomed and for granted, now no more.

.

© D. Winter

[-] 0 points by ZenDog (13115) from South Burlington, VT 3 months ago

In my dream the dead did wander round,

round the house, wet, bedraggled and forlorn,

staring at the door, gate to warmth and comfort

once accustomed and for granted, now no more -

once accustomed and for granted, now no more.

.

[-] -2 points by ZenDog (13115) from South Burlington, VT 3 months ago

Yes indeed - I simply cannot help myself . . .

here, my contributions to counter the propagand.istas . .

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