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  1. A new short story, titled "First Love" will be posted tomorrow. Enjoy.
  2. The Sin & The Sorrow Life is the sin and the sorrow, The temptation and the taste; Gazing afar to yon tomorrow While today wings by in waste. Born bright is he the Risen Born clean are those who Fall; Life’s beating hearts imprison Each – yet none at all. The grief of Life, it makes us Kin So why does it not make us Kind? At War are brothers ‘neath the skin, Living eyes must be born blind. To Live is to be fearful To Love to be brave; Must all our days be tearful, Weeping down unto the grave? Trouble not foreign parts with envious arts, Covet no one man’s prize and strive; For we each stride in step with hurting hearts And none come out alive. * on the occasion of the withdrawal of US troops from Iraq
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