I don't deal well with this stuff.
Words from a poem by the late Kurt Vonnegut:
When the last living thing
has died on account of us,
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say,
in a voice floating up
perhaps
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon,
“It is done.”
People did not like it here.
Words in the inbox from the Edwards campaign:
"Our dearest wish is that this day could start again, with the promise of these young people alive. Knowing that cannot be, our prayer is for God's grace and whatever measure of peace can be reached on this terrible day."
Be brave, clench fists.
"Poo-tee-weet?"
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
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