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ARTicles vol. 2 i.3b: War

MAR 1, 2004

From War, Harold Pinter’s recent collection of poems.

The BombsThere are no more words to be said All we have left are the bombs Which burst out of our head All that is left are the bombs Which suck out the last of our blood All we have left are the bombs Which polish the skulls of the dead February 2003Weather ForecastThe day will get off to a cloudy start. It will be quite chilly But as the day progresses The sun will come out And the afternoon will be dry and warm. In the evening the moon will shine And be quite bright. There will be, it has to be said, A brisk wind But it will die out by midnight. Nothing further will happen. This is the local forecast. March 2003

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