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abstract, aleatoric, AM radio, Beatles, Bee Gees, Boston Marathon bombing, Boston Red Sox, death, DX, found poem, Got To Get You Into My Life, Last Dance, poetry, Stayin' Alive, terrorism
the cops are hanging around a lemonade stand
how much does it cost?
these were major bombs with a potential for a lot of damage
the good guys have to prevail every day
they haven’t won the battle but they were successful, sadly
did you see the still photo of the man on the roof on Boylston Street?
the FBI is looking for help from the public
another road, and maybe I suddenly see you
did I tell you I need you?
you can’t lock it down
bundling your auto insurance can save you tons
they recovered black nylon, a circuit board, ball bearings, and nails
dump your old duster, who’s that lady?
how can you say you’re in love with her?
so much for me having grandchildren.
ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin’ alive
now, a special report on the tribal casino
Massachussetts can’t afford to lose thousands
it just doesn’t make sense
since 9/11 we’re on another pattern of crime
I was at the Sox game the day before
this is continuing coverage, we will get to the bottom of this
can government really keep you safe?
we were shocked, but were you surprised?
this was an atrocity, a murderous act
I had to see something beautiful
it’s the last dance, last dance tonight
We’ll be back after this.
Radical Totality 