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A forced march

Arctic air ,

a Canadian export,

not ledgered in any book of trade,

replaced hunger as the body's sole attention.

There will be time for additional Canadian exports:

wheat, canola, eggs, bacon, beans, potatoes...

But the temperature plunge

routed the homeless last night

from their million dollar bridge encampments,

scattering their shanty collective,

into a forced survival march to heated shelters.

"Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.  

Come in my children.

God loves you."

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perig3e
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Dec 8, 2010
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