CONVERGING CONFLICT

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By Charlie Ann

Silence so loud and stillness so rough in the blinding darkness of the waking dream Mythical reality and fictionalized TV viewed by millions and no one Sees the boring Horror of what’s not happening Freezing heat hits living bodies Dead souls marching miles never taking a step toward the peace they are bringing Blind eyes see everything inside where dry tears wash away the absent pride of war

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December 5, 2005 19:35Amy Mc

the ultimate love, one willing to lay down ones life for someone they love, one willing to sacrifice is another!