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he hands out, even to those lyingdead or fornicating on the ground. It is a holiday called "Working for a Living." All Quiet For Robert Bly Written at the start of one of our bombingpauses over Vietnam How come nobody is being bombedtoday? I want to know, being a citizen of this country and a family man. You can't take my fate in your hands, without informing me. I can blow up a bomb or crush a skull— whoever started this peace without advising me through a news leak at which I could have voiced aprotest, running my whole family off a cliff For Medgar Even They're afraid of me because I remind them of the ground. The harder they step on me the closer I am pressed to earth, and hard, hard they step, growing more frightened and vicious. Will I live? They will lie in the earth buried in me and above them a tree will grow for shade. 69 ...

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