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[aid] => mick
[title] => Yard Work
[time] => 2008-03-29 00:45:34
[hometext] => Yard work
[bodytext] => Yesterday while I was burying my lies behind the flowers I glimpsed a squirrel upon a fence. He asked me why I must bury lies when the truth shall set me free. I informed him that they are only for safe keeping. One day I might uncover them and throw the heaps on souls who I select to be submerged. Like on birthdays and lover days when lies are always tucked under tablecloths. You see, at these moments this simple shovel has so much power. With just the slightest scuffle here and there, the earth can crack unveiling God’s darkest creatures. Don’t you agree Mr. Squirrel? But by then the clouds, much like the squirrel, turned around and skipped away, leaving me at peace with my yard work. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 208 [topic] => 21 [informant] => themonk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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