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Ice Age 3
Let it be recorded that
I tried to write truthfully
at a critical period when
a few political poets still
roamed the earth after
the late Ed Guestian period
when their natural habitat
in the major newspapers had
been destroyed. This era was
marked by a vast mythology
where death was sometimes
disguised as an international
conferance on corporate love,
and even stand up comedians
could keep a restless audience
down in their seats, but the
remaining poets sifted through
the carnage of over consumption
for facts to combat the official
facade at the time of global
warming that seemed the coldest
in recent recorded memory.
© 2008 David Pointer
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