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After i learned that the rate of valum prescriptions in baghdad sky rocketed after the u. S. Entry into that space. The title of the poem and it is the words the probably roost which is bitter. Biting, cutting, sharp. Bitan. Once, she was a fearest dark girl whos tongue skipped top of meeting. Teeth, teeth top of mouth like double dutch with the word that ment her thoughts cutting circles through the day. No chance shed be the one to trip and break rhythm. Then she could sit all day on her porch...

Will stretch out and face the challenges of the moment with our tongues wrapped around the idea of peace. Feel its weight, hear its song, remember in vent, discover, recreate its rhythms as we begin to walk the long trail of healing. Sew it to grow on it be it to see it, peace. Sew it to grow it, be it to see it, peace. [applause]. Flying inside the evening sky. I dont know the name of the blues that shadow our past. One is sweet and light a cool meringue. Another sharp but still. A third thick ...

Will stretch out and face the challenges of the moment with our tongues wrapped around the idea of peace. Feel its weight, hear its song, remember in vent, discover, recreate its rhythms as we begin to walk the long trail of healing. Sew it to grow on it be it to see it, peace. Sew it to grow it, be it to see it, peace. [applause]. Flying inside the evening sky. I dont know the name of the blues that shadow our past. One is sweet and light a cool meringue. Another sharp but still. A third thick ...

Aspirations. Refusing the burden of being a destroyer of homes. Rejecting the obligation of being the killer of brothers, spurning the mantel of murderer of children, decimator of families, poisoner of the earth. One day it will happen. On this tiny planet, flushed with blues weeping in reds opening green and fresh. Tell be quiet on this day. So quiet it will pass almost unnoticed. Because there will yet be hunger and floods and fire. There will yet be storms and despair and disease. There will ...

My son mentioned in passing and grew up when she became the fifth intent days where he more than once broken bread or tossed a joke or waves down or waived past. She, the fifth, in 10 days whos blood splat erred the walls and dripped down the walk. This one in front of her home celebrating turning 23, a shining star her brother said. My heart, her father moneyed, a friend my opened to her sister known since the girl was 12 and he 11. And now each day i watch my son suck in his tears and stiffen ...

Accountability office says the Trump Administration broke the law when it withheld ukraine aid and more from that bomb shell interview with lev parnas, the indicted associate of Rudy Giuliani. He has implicated several members of the Trump Administration, and now he is dealing the president s alleged attempts to fire former Ukraine Ambassador Marie Yovanovitch. Good morning, everyone, it is friday, january 17th. Im ayman mohyeldin, yasmin has the day off this morning. The Senate Impeachment tria...

City. And as i finished school, was moving south for good this time. And as i lived then in a state of great anticipation. The potential of a record never acrossed my mind. But now, on account of those parking tickets i cant go back there with a car. Though everyone who loves me know i love that tiny window each october in the south nub of the state you cant reach without driving. I missed it once and waited a whole year regretting the lost chance to track the lyndon leaves tiny migration. The n...

About that idea of leaving places. And leaving places behind the title of this poem is stolen directly from this conversation in which he said there is a particular state that he would never go back to. Thats a state i will never go back to. For doug. Once i got over the problem of not knowing how i couldnt go back to not curbing my tires. It took a while to get past forgetting to register street cleaning hours and love, love was my handicap. Though i had no permits to hang from my rear view so ...

The words the probably roost which is bitter. Biting, cutting, sharp. Bitan. Once, she was a fearest dark girl whos tongue skipped top of meeting. Teeth, teeth top of mouth like double dutch with the word that ment her thoughts cutting circles through the day. No chance shed be the one to trip and break rhythm. Then she could sit all day on her porch memorizing the trees. She could be still. The birds, winged through leaves like they didnt know anyone could hurt them. Once she believed steam cur...

Entry into that space. The title of the poem and it is the words the probably roost which is bitter. Biting, cutting, sharp. Bitan. Once, she was a fearest dark girl whos tongue skipped top of meeting. Teeth, teeth top of mouth like double dutch with the word that ment her thoughts cutting circles through the day. No chance shed be the one to trip and break rhythm. Then she could sit all day on her porch memorizing the trees. She could be still. The birds, winged through leaves like they didnt k...