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[title] => Get Twisted
[time] => 2005-12-01 20:44:23
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[bodytext] => There is a certain satisfaction In knowing the world is round In accepting What goes up Must come down No matter who you are Everyone ends up in the ground The sky is falling There is no need to panic No need to get upset Be in a rush Be elated, depressed Or manic The same applies To the butterfly And his peers His close companion The open drop To the depths of the canyon Boulders turn to rocks As dust is disbanded It’s a great view From up here You can look out on the sun Taste the atmosphere Perched in the palms of God The thunderous clouds Fade to disappear A missed appointment Consultation fees Experts to invest your wealth Doctors to cure your disease Its not a matter of health The nutritional value Is worth zero Plastic grass for a man to feed Presently speaking Sarcastically mocking The profuse and constant barrage Blaming the entire group at large One rotten apple Too many sick cooks spoil the pot One more minute added And the day would never stop Pardon the expression Excuse the need to implement discretion One must not speak Unless spoken to in a subsequent altercation One must not seek The intricacies That details the final destination For every motion An equal or lesser emotion Reacts In split seconds To the chemical commotion Combustion Pulling the moon to earth To sink it in the depths of the ocean ___________________________________ _______________________________________ [comments] => 1 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jyssvw [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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