ODE TO THE IRAQI

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JOURNAL #29

where once stood darkness

and despair

flailing

in a jug

sour grape full

of ill refined wine

today

before the worlds' eyes

sways and stumbles

a wounded country

on the mend

while those bitter fermenters

with their poison

in hand

have no worthwhile brew

to sell to their brothers

so soon the caldron shall be

washed

the rot disposed

until 24 million plus

toasts are made

to each Iraqi

now unto his own freedom born.........

(written June 28,2004 305am)




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