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[aid] => mick
[title] => sweet dreams
[time] => 2011-10-03 06:04:15
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[bodytext] => sweet dreams
life is like a butterfly
I stop , think and ask why?
I can never in my life fly
am I not allowed to ask?
what is one's life task?
or will we forever wear our own mask?
once we're old drink coffee from a flask?
I have another question
about a man that does not exist
worked out answers
to tell you less about yourself
all due to their narrowmindedness
can you answer yourself truely?
are you what you want to be?
now , look at me
or just another wannabe?
are you also scared?
for what your mind have barred
is it as such
or is it just too much?
will I be able?
to keep the link on that cable
capability of your mind
will kick you from behind
Barries Barnard
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