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[Title] => 3 pugante, arestado muli
[Summary] => Naaresto ng pulisya ang tatlo sa limang preso na tumakas nitong Martes sa detention cell ng Trece Martirez City, Cavite.
[DatePublished] => 2011-05-12 00:00:00
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[Title] => On forgiving the unforgivable
[Summary] => I know I hung on that windswept tree,
Swung there for nine long nights,
Wounded by my own blade,
Bloodied for Odin,
Myself an offering to myself:
Bound to the tree
That no man knows
Whither the roots of it run
None gave me bread,
None gave me drink.
Down to the deepest depths this I peered
Until I spied the Runes.
With a roaring cry seized them up,
Then dizzy and fainting, I fell.
Well-being I won
And wisdom too.
From a word to a word,
I was led to a word,
From a deed to another deed.
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BENJAMIN TORRES
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[Title] => On forgiving the unforgivable
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Swung there for nine long nights,
Wounded by my own blade,
Bloodied for Odin,
Myself an offering to myself:
Bound to the tree
That no man knows
Whither the roots of it run
None gave me bread,
None gave me drink.
Down to the deepest depths this I peered
Until I spied the Runes.
With a roaring cry seized them up,
Then dizzy and fainting, I fell.
Well-being I won
And wisdom too.
From a word to a word,
I was led to a word,
From a deed to another deed.
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[ColumnID] => 133225
[Focus] => 0
[AuthorID] => 1386314
[AuthorName] => Jess Q. Cruz
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