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[sid] => 51261
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => My Knifes Work
[time] => 2004-06-10 03:44:10
[hometext] => This is a companion to THE SURGEON - written at a time when I thought such things were real
[bodytext] => I has a long and pointy knife, it’s bright and shiny, can you see? It’s my only friend in life, and its only friend is me. We goes out, on moonless nights, to where the sad and sinful walk. We slips into dark alleyways and finds someone to stalk Or maybe, when we’s feeling brave, in shadowed public parks we lurk, and waits for lonely passers by so Knife can do his work. What we does is so important, we’s just like priests is we, we hears their last confessions and sets their poor souls free. BUT .. not all we saves is grateful ( We’s so misunderstood ) they screams and kicks and don’t realise it’s all for their own good. We has so much work to do, so many sinners to forgive. Maybe we’ll run into you because we know where YOU live. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Coquillion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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