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hot or cold warm and dry and wet tents of wheat and pegs of honey ropes of cotton candy never held up in the wind the clowns have all gone home and the pretty ladies have let their hair down and are dagging around in tracksuit pants the tent doesnt slacken in this high wind but the electricity has gone out the generators busted and we cant get it up and running till tommorrow. but the fat man and the bearded lady have built a fire from the broken seats and we will sit around it and await the dawn the bombs are falling again the booming is like a giant heartbeat like a lonely kakapo calling for warmth the wind is cold on my cheeks and the laughter is pointed and sharp danger abounds and we are all part of it |
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| past | with the news coverage focusing on hockey, you'd hardly think there was a violent suppression underway, about a thousand kilometres north west. | 140220 |