wrangled and wrinkled.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Gaza Strip like a gold mine of mine.
When she shines, she shines like an idea.

But like so many other ideas,
none as good as first thought.

Gaza Strip like a forlorn waste land,
sand blows and sun burns.

If only we'd known how crazy she'd be to us
Armageddon would've never come.

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