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Click hereThis poem means very little.
The market is looking bullish.
The troops are winning in Iraq but many lack spiritual fulfillment.
The gas stations are open but will not sell cigarettes for all that long.
The pizza will be delivered hot for a fee.
Construction is beginning on nuclear power plants.
Hives of poets are rhyming like ants.
The girls at the coffee-bar are good natured and efficient.
The modern symphony is a chaotic cacophany that I can only dance to on Ecstacy.
A large Mexican family is having a wedding in the park.
The stripper has a green dragon tatooed on her ankle.
The spider I crushed is waving good-bye to his web.
I am dying at 22 and the sun should be hot tommorow.
This poem means very little and yet it means
While back home everything is proceeding normally and people are happy ~ at 22 I am dying far away. Poignant with a heavy touch of sadness.