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To: X Y Zebra who wrote (8969)	2/25/2002 9:00:08 PM
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Every major horror of history was committed in the name of an altruistic motive. Ayn Rand

To: X Y Zebra who wrote (8969)	2/25/2002 9:00:40 PM
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If we let people see that kind of thing, there would never again be any war. Pentagon official, on why US military censored graphic footage from the Gulf War

To: X Y Zebra who wrote (8969)	2/25/2002 11:16:16 PM
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Spring Love The black smoke rises from the pan, you smile and whisper that I will make a good wife. Scrambled eggs with thousand island dressing and oven-baken tortillas from the grocery. You wince and eat the food all the same. I don't mind you not liking breakfast but that's all I have. Please leave soon- your fiancee may wonder at the sudden sweetness of your smile. Your belly's a beer barrel's paradise- warmth in the cold night. Your skin shines like moonlight and breath- the beat of my heart. I notice a little mole under your armpit and you try to peer with all your might. I laugh. You shimmer among a million scattered dreams and the haze arrives as you hold me in your arms. I know there will never be another man like you. And you, with a serious look, tell me I am your only Spring- beauty with eyes of a doe and smiles of butterflies. I worry about her but you just hold me in your arms. For now, hush, let the Spring be savored and our woes be gone- two souls in a field of tulips and the smell of cut grass. Sophie Leu, winner of the Grand Prize ($20K) @Poetry.com