The big questions about bin Laden remain unanswered.

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I know that Sy Hersch and others worked hard,

To tell us the story, turn o'er every shard,

They've brought us detail with all scuttlebutt,

They've filled in the gaps and told us what's what,

And yet I find there are black holes unfilled:

Was The Man indeed there? Was it he who killed?

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The reason I'm puzzled goes back a long way,

When OBL entered, did Le Figaro say,

The American Hospital in downtown Dubai,

For double di-al and just to say hi,

To our local CIA, Dubai head of station,

Who brought candy, flowers and polite consolation.

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True or not, Osama looked finished,

When he made his last vid, greatly diminished.

'Twas a bad hair day, and his arms barely moved.

Then two Mideast papers said his bucket got hooved,

This at the end of two thousand and one,

When George and Dick were just starting their fun.

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But before his end, OBL talked turk,

And said that Eleven was some other jerk:

"Not me, not Qaeda; I condemn the attacks,

I target soldiers, not Janies and Jacks."

And you've got to wonder why someone would pull

The hit of the century and then call it bull.

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But with Osama, you know, that's always the case:

DNA with no blood, a beard with no face.

Was his bacon saved by some Muslim voo-doo?

Was he grabbed by the Pakis, retired by AQ?

Despite all the hoopla, all that we've seen

Was some gent with turban, Mr. O on the screen.

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So you can see why I remain undecided,

'Bout versions that each in turn get derided.

There's folks cooking books, on that you can bet,

As agencies elbow and compete for bud-get.

While somewhere in Tora Osama must lie,

Enjoying this soap called "Spy versus Spy."

Authors Website: http://www.philipkraske.com

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