As a way of bumping this post, I'll toss in a piece of poetry I worked on with the intention of leading with it- but in a classic case of writer's block, I got just so far, then couldn't squeeze any more out of it... blast it!
Where it's nine-eleven all the time
and no Sun sets,
and no clocks chime
where no voice speaks
and no bird trills
the Moon hangs frozen
o'er the hills
The winds are still, they seem to say,
Reflect, remember,
stop to pray...
Yep. Speaking of Clinton, he is on the Letterman Show. How dare David have this piece of slime on his show. I'm not watching it though. I'm watching "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels".