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[aid] => mick
[title] => Paris Island
[time] => 2004-07-03 08:54:51
[hometext] => Reflection on our birthday
[bodytext] => Oh I feel all the world is against me in the hour before I wake Sad is the child who lies beside me Tired is the woman standing in the street Torch of road brings the lonely Homeless weif looking for streets of gold Wife's tales told to the starving, food is goal Labor builds the street we call home see their face just like a movie pain and fear Stand so tall from a country of shame Blood they left on the fields of Dunkirk Suddenly I smell the lilac of French perfume if you new it was covering, death would you still rent the room Lady of the standing liberty Scales bend the statue in the court Laying outside the door of the blind willful are the last of feeling died Who will take and own the pride Burns the way for the lost to find home Lion devours all the food left on the table She will hold the threat as long as the need Children offer bowls of soup to the wander Last of food given away with the desert of rain [comments] => 2 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 8 [informant] => walt [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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