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We know about as much about software quality problems as they knew about the Black Plague in the 1600s. We’ve seen the victims’ agonies and helped burn the corpses. We don’t know what causes it; we don’t really know if there is only one disease. We just suffer — and keep pouring our sewage into our water supply.

  • Phone Number *** - **** 2235
  • E-Mailpurpleostrich161***@******.***
  • Birthday29 May 1951
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  • Address Buitenhofstraat No: 2235
  • CityDe Moer
  • CountryNetherlands

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Mia Virawati living Buitenhofstraat No: 2235 De Moer Netherlands

Wait a minute. We're not finished with you.
We were discussing the Indefatigable Ones
at a time of Maximum Perforation and Wonders,
the bodies of crows plummeting earthward,

stiffly, thudding onto your porch and you,
you were wearing your Silence Helmet as if it
were a crown, as if it were a kind of prayer.
You can't pay attention to this world on your knees.

And desire isn't a tin can taken into the woods
and shot at; it's a tin can shot to hell
and swallowed, piece by piece, while a crow
laughs—bouncing through the limbs—insanely.

You were checked for explosive residue.
You spread your legs. You emptied your days
into a white plastic bucket. You removed your belt.
You removed your shoes. You removed your heart,

a fistful of shrapnel. You were asked to step aside,
you were asked to step outside, onto the tarmac,
onto a plane—you were being deported,
although no ships were within sight,

and the others that were with you began
to hold hands, began to stammer a song, whoso
list to hunt, in the bee-loud glade,
drowned out by turbines, shifting metal flaps,

along a string of lights the plane taxied,
it made a right and kept moving, it made a right
and kept moving, it made another right
and kept moving—we never left the ground.

We were growing old. We started families.
We call ourselves a nation. We have many children.
This is our flag. It will fit in your pocket.
Thank you for the coffee. Can we go now?