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Top 100 Memories: 2000-09 ( Part V)
We reach 2004, the year the Olympics returned to Greece: Thorpe; Kitajima; African relay kings; triples for Coventry, Manaudou and Jedrzejczak; Hoogie; the end of the GDR; Peirsol; Hall Jnr; the rise of Aussie women; ... and Phelps
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This sonnet, is dedicated to the Over Nation of the New Civilization and the coming end of the Dark Age.

Sonnet for the Over Nation

What if the bard who sleeps within should wake

And find repaired the broken thread of verse,

What more befits the first new song he makes

Than epic praise for you who broke his curse?

For you the loyal legion of the Sage

Who keep the pages of his wisdom pure

Hold ever wide the gates from hell he made

So Truth a safe space finds and so endures.

And if the Sage's message still resounds

Of bright and better futures for all men

'Tis you who kept these havens we have found,

'Tis your hands hew these steps to light again.

And when the game is won all men shall know

His bridge you guard and open keep his road.

This poem is dedicated to the staff and volunteers of Narconon whose selfless dedication and routine miracles it has been my pleasure to witness

Sonnet

For Narconon

Down there but for the grace of God go men,

Into a mire as agonized as hell,

Our children, brothers driven there by pain,

Frail hands outstretched beseeching, "make me well!"

This trap, this trick, this torture cruel as death

Starts like a balm, then holds like jaws steel-sprung

In whose unyielding maw ensnares our best

And leaves the native worth of them undone.

Look then not down at them, nor sneer, my friend,

You're seeing but reflections of your self:

This baited snare, this tainted chalice sends

Our brightest on their downward spin by stealth.

Truth is drugs spread an epidemic ill

And Satan's proffered hand holds out the pill.

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