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Thursday, February 08, 2007

Pulonium 210

Strained, two countries' relations
There's poison in the air, it's everywhere
At the hotel, on the planes, in the tea they drank
There's poison in the air, it's everywhere

Found, a writer was gunned down
There's poison in her words, she's a mocking bird
In the news, on the ground, in the dirt she moved
There's poison in the air, it's everywhere

Dead, a Russian spy in bed
There's poison in his veins, he's not the same
Another country, a bald head, a homegrown enemy
There's poison in the air, it's everywhere

Lies, two suspects in disguise
There's poison in this case and it's been traced
Through one man's alibi and those trips he made
There's poison in the air, it's everywhere

Laughs, the Kremlin just sits back
There's poison at their door and that's for sure
Says the victim, "it's an order that they gave."
There's poison in the air, it's everywhere

[note: this is the most interesting news story i've ever kept up on...the BBC is keeping a daily timeline on the events in this case]
[note2: for a similar, yet not as captivating story, see Jill Carroll of the Christian Science Monitor kidnapping]

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