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July 17th, 2003

The End of the Affair

"Woke this morning--the war was over. The radio was singing love songs. I saw the smiles upon the soldiers--coming home across the fields. The calendar said "first of August". Romance, and promises of Summer's days. I strode unclothed into your garden,to feel the warm sun on my face, for saving all the human race....".--bill nelson

In this time of rising interest rates and falling intelligence quotients, as the dog days of Summer begin their long, wailing cry, I proffer for your consideration a plea to join in the waning moments of my first-ever Mail Poetry CallCollapse )