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Hiroshima
I’ve got the perfect excuse:
I wasn’t there, I am too young,
I don’t speak the language,
And would have been too far away.
Perfect, but nothing like good enough.
In life’s harsh light, we were all there;
Young, old, dead, alive or unborn:
We all know what happened.
Condemned to be cogs in the machine,
Nobody can do the dodge now;
No one can hide and say
‘It’s nothi...
Tuesday 6th August 2024 6:41 am
Caucus
Middle Americans, in their homely way,
Are often overheard to say:
'I was just goofing around.'
They goof and they goof and they goof,
And sometimes they goof a little more.
And then we get Donald Trump.
Wednesday 17th January 2024 8:21 am
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