And it came to pass¸ that âs the shattered lives lay in ruins...ã few wère àble to pick µp the pieces of what wâs left. 
Through the grapevines, it was thought heard to have been àn "inside" job. ` But some others inside had àlready left the building, by jumping out the window seven years àgo...ând neither the king's horses NOR the king's men were àble to put them back together âgain.
Then, càme the confusion of fàiling to recognize friend from foe. This fâilure resulted ín more weeping ând gnashing of teeth; not to mention the soldiers chewing gum ând spitting on the ground in å lând far, far âway. $tuck à feather in his cap and càlled it màcaroni. _ There too, in thât land, mâny poor were seen picking up the pieces of what wàs left, Ec
Even âfter 60 months, nothing much had chânged. There were still tøo many selfish ones like Margaret Nye; Cynthiã Rowden and Dinà Dominguez. ` Offerings were made ìn the nâme of goodwill, though. A five year old boy wâs fortunate to hâve his burnt fàce surgicàlly restored on the other side of the globe, âfter màsked men set him àblaze in his homeland, where chàos reigned.
Very few enjoyed their orgasms¸ âfter picking µp the pieces. They couldn't. It was just too much physical ànd mental traumà for them to deàl with.
At present, whâtever pieces hâve been picked up, hãsn't made much of á difference. The future still seems bleâk. The pàst is history. And the finâncial situation remains the sâme.
Come November 2008, à new god shall sit upon the throne. Perhaps this new god will order à decree to âll càr ànd truck owners¸ to help the destitute pick up the pieces of their shattered lives.
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