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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fair
[time] => 2005-06-27 12:01:28
[hometext] => 3 children die in a car trunk with searching family just feet away. A Boy Scout learning about logging gets swept away at Yellow Stone.
[bodytext] => Fair. To what shall we compare And on which side to err If we are to read today’s news And make no excuse For the sadness and pain? For the children we’ll never see again? No right. No wrong. Nothing plain. “Fair� today is a dangerous word Bordering on absurd expectations That the weak will be saved That the strong will be reserved. Yes, fair isn’t quite the word. Better, we might say, to leave it alone To forget the child never to be grown To drown in sorrows so far from home. Enough for now of this search for reason. To rescue fairness seems tantamount to something naïve— Perhaps, and this is said with caution, even treason. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Kelly [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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