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[sid] => 112363
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Life
[time] => 2005-12-31 16:21:21
[hometext] => =The second in the series (after Birth)=
[bodytext] => As I walk, my armor grows, My sword grows sharp with time. My mind takes in the reason As my soul takes in the rhyme. I see as many endings As I see things begin. No use to try escaping, Though we all can get the whim. From birth to death we travel Faster than we know And though we think we’ve seen it all, There’s still some place to go. Though our fabric may unravel, We always have the twine To repair where we’re broken And strengthen where we’re fine. But soon, the end will come As we fight when we can’t win And our life will start to end Yet another will begin. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 228 [topic] => 62 [informant] => Estranged-Thespian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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