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Go sit at the kids table.The Liberal medias impression that the people in the tea party are a bunch right wing redneck thugs, is absolutely and patently false. The truth is that they come from all walks of life, and the very fact that the lame stream media tries to paint them as some kind of racist thugs should tell you that they have an agenda of there own and nothing is going to stop them from having there liberal ideals rammed down the throat of the American people.
Anyone that thinks that all of the problem that we are going through are all because of Bush, and that Obama can do no wrong, is a brain washed robot going [BLAME BUSH] [BLAME BUSH] [BLAME BUSH]...... (Why don't you get up off of your knees and wipe the Obama off of your nose). I'm sorry your not smart enough to sit with the adults, go sit at the kids table. The same goes for any one that thought Bush was our savior and thought Clinton was the anti-Christ needs to go sit at the kids table.
The tea party is in fact a very good thing for this coun
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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