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[aid] => mick
[title] => Unexpected Turn of Events
[time] => 2016-04-03 07:35:51
[hometext] => I/'/m trying to make this heavily abstract/ambiguous, for personal reasons.
[bodytext] => Along a stretch of line,
At the juncture of a square
There was a suntrack,
Free of any care
One sense was always running,
But went not anywhere
There was a shape familiar,
When that oft/'/ acquired wasn/'/t there
Cassette, fabric, and a "game" to play
Though the game, were, dare one say unfair
The victor, had, relished in his fun,
The loser? Satisfaction bore him no throne or chair
An offering of "food",
Though the taste was of raunchy pair
Acrid, salty, unpleasant;
Combined with shame to bear
But to speak of it,
All too many will seldom dare...
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