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F-TV and F1's

pom poms go up
flickering in the sky
and bombs go down
flattening those lands
visceral screams stun
and silences rise to life;
crumbling empires
and rising shanties
myths live on
and new stories
get whispered each night;
each night,
a new strand of history
is threaded-
a tapestry is
torn to shreds
another night
another yawn
of a new century
when time turns over
history is created
each day.

15 Mar 07

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