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Thursday, 10/15/09, Public Square

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If you could decide this day marks or celebrates (fill in the blank), what would you want to proclaim?  Seems most everything is covered, but I’m sure this bunch has some interesting things to add.

Here’s how you start:  Whereas this day has nothing going on I find particularly interesting, I therefore proclaim…

According to wiki the following are already proclaimed for October 15th, so choose something other than these:

White Cane Safety Day is a United States national observance, celebrated on October 15 of each year since 1964. The date is set aside to celebrate the achievements of people who are blind or visually impaired and the important symbol of blindness and tool of independence, the white cane.

Global Handwashing Day is a campaign to motivate and mobilize millions around the world to wash their hands with soap.  The Global Handwashing Day took place for the first time on October 15, 2008.

Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day is a day of remembrance for all pregnancies and infant death which includes but not limited to miscarriage, stillbirth, SIDS, or the death of a newborn. It is recognized in the United States and throughout Canada on October 15h of each year.

fnord

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Poetry . . . That wonderful world where anything goes!

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Budding poets rejoice. You now have a thread devoted to you and you alone. Written any poems or sonnets? Let us read them. Poetry can be about anything, anytime or anybody. Don’t be shy. Make us laugh, cry or smell something wonderful.

I wrote this after Katrina smacked down New Orleans:

New Orleans

This world around me’s changed;

My youth’s been lost in pain.

What I thought sweet and righteous;

Was washed away by rain.


The reign of evil sordid men;

Looking only for their kind.

While innocence begged them stop;

It lay twisted and maligned.


“Stand up,” I shrieked aloud;

My legs collapsed in vain.

Still they gathered all around me;

and laughed with sheer disdain.


I sat there lonely, empty;

feeling myself turn to rust.

The colors that ran through me;

had slowly turned to dust.


I feel anger growing;

Within this body mine.

But can I overcome my fear;

and let my colors shine.

Jammer5

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