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The weekly news For the past 5200 weeks, Fills like the undug dig. Famine, disaster, disease, War and ruination Are piled and plied, Recycled and reused, Familiar and alien, Storied and spun. Beheadings aren't new or news: Meathooks and blades Are rusting beneath the surface, Dug and brushed off As relics of our century. But digs never give the whole story: The Acts of Kindness, The ***** donors, The designated drivers, The visit of a friend, The holding hand, The unexpected gift, The touch at the end, The altruism. We don't lose these; We don't bury them.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Acts of Kindness
The weekly news For the past 5200 weeks, Fills like the undug dig. Famine, disaster, disease, War and ruination Are piled and plied, Recycled and reused, Familiar and alien, Storied and spun. Beheadings aren't new or news: Meathooks and blades Are rusting beneath the surface, Dug and brushed off As relics of our century. But digs never give the whole story: The Acts of Kindness, The ***** donors, The designated drivers, The visit of a friend, The holding hand, The unexpected gift, The touch at the end, The altruism. We don't lose these; We don't bury them.
francie-lynch
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
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