(10 9 63 / dundee)

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bombs, bodies, blood
prime time television
flick through the channels, bud
and indulge yur short span o attention

fire, famine, flood
but safe in my air conditioning
proletarian cocooned in suburb
and unaware o the worlds destruction

Submitted: Friday, March 05, 2010


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