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.
wrangled and wrinkled.
Friday, April 10, 2009
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