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[aid] => mick
[title] => The City
[time] => 2002-09-21 07:32:56
[hometext] => The setting is overly dark and the resolution is overly bright. Well the early '70's were a dark time generally and for me persoanally, I was under 24, underemployed and very, very --ah-- "itchy". Surprized that i survived . . .
I changed the dedication to protect the innocent! [bodytext] => for [my love of the week] There Sun is lost behind the smoke of the City; There is neither peace, nor honour, nor beauty here. There is only ugliness and death in the City. Time is running out: the City is doomed; We are doomed; we are lost; we are the last. I shall probably die, screaming, in an unlovely Unholy war; you in a coughing fit, Fighting for one more breath of worthless air. We are beyond Hope; we did not build the city, Poison the air, or choose to live here. WE have No time to build our own City; we are here, But, here, together. Nothing, can save us But together nothing can harm us. Together there is peace, and beauty and hope. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 2 [informant] => aernby [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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