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[aid] => mick
[title] => I Rather Be An Ass.
[time] => 2008-03-19 04:10:30
[hometext] => Please let our dear children reflect upon this little ass.
[bodytext] =>  Me a little ass, and men called me an idiot of an ass, as I took a stroll down the downtown lane, juvenile brats mounted me for a jolly gain. Me an ass, with wit of my own, knew well, I am a humdrum ass. Chewing my share of hay on a balmy sunny day, I idly rewound inward-mind - receded a couple of millennium; caught a foggy glimpse of my grate grandpa ass, carrying chaste yet pregnant tender virgin, on that one awful cold night. My lazy eye caught again - great granduncle ass, lending his humble young back, to the mother and to the infant so divine; to flee in hurry on that horrid infants slaughter night, to a distant terrain of Pharaohs, yet my granduncle, happily brayed - he for men, a lowly no good ass. Seasons rolled by, many a moon gone by now not so young granduncle ass, yet again on his wary back, carried not so infant but the prince, of tranquil on the path of triumph, midst of chanting multitude, waving palms, greeting and praising “hosanna” as their king of kings rode on my, not so young granduncle ass. Today, I rather be an ass, bear the load of bleeding cross on my boney bare back, then - be a mighty witty pompous man; who deny, betray and crucify a deified sinless man. -FRANCO- [comments] => 3 [counter] => 306 [topic] => 5 [informant] => FRANCO [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChildrensPoetry )
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