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John Howard and his daughter...

John Howard: Hey Melanie! how u doin my sweet girl? Melanie: Am cool dad, how bout u? JH: This Haneef business is killing me sweety... M: Awww..my poor old dad, take a look at this u wud luv it! JH: Holy Christ, its the new i phone!!! where did ya get this from? M: Rowan's friend sent it for me..as a compliment from USA. JH: But sweety..this works only in US. Those AT & T people are yet to launch it in Australia... M: No worries dad..I've got a special SIM, that guy has links in AT & T u know ;) JH: Oh yea..cool !!! Who is this guy? M: Oh..some 2nd cousin of Bin Laden... John Howard faints... LATER IN A PRESS MEET...

Time

What if it was frozen? All thoughts captured, A bubble still half ruptured. A photographic image, In which I could move alone on the stage. An essence of thought, A scheming plot. A mental siege, Half proliferating disease. A half turned turn, An incomplete burn. Death on face, Embarrassing disgrace. All frozen in time, A resonating chime. What do I see? Common to thee. That all are lost, In incomplete thoughts. Thoughts of time, In quantized packets sublime.

It Rains...

It rains. Washing things down. Putting dirt to rest. Paving new grounds. And a low far away grumble, Of the perturbed world's last fight, From the dark clouds oozes hope... For a determination, immovable and non stop. It rains. It rains to ferment action, From all and sundry, Atoning the sins of cryptic quandry. It rains. Yes, it rains - calming and slow, Not a loud trumpet, But a powerful majestic bellow. Alleviating anonymous thoughts of pain... Finally, it rains.