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[aid] => mick
[title] => hey now
[time] => 2004-07-06 16:45:21
[hometext] => I can't remember the last time I willingly, wholeheartedly played I Declare War with someone to the end. Life gives you too much crap in the meantime. Here's to nothing to do with the time but pass it.
[bodytext] => Hey now, How long has it been Since I was kicking my brother’s ankle Under the table at dinner? Sitting in almost miniature wooden chairs Little tykes was but a blueprint Asking for adult intervention cuz he keep LOOKING AT ME Thrown a cup of water on the hopscotch board I just composed Way before we supposed skillet was a street invention I lived as a prisoner of mama’s private menu And I ate what she made cuz it was always good food And we had two baths at the passings of Mister Sweltering Sun U betcha, it was Powder on the neck Vaseline on the elbows and knees Pink oil moisturizer in my hair I had no idea that it was privilege not to hafta eat at McDonald’s I was just jealous of everyone else’s happy meal toys And I was employed full time to just Pass it idly And I went into Grandma’s Cedonia backyard every Sunday Digging for china Searching for mantises meditating And hunting succulent honeysuckles Nowhere to hide from to the sun But did we want to? I never knew then that life would Run over and not even wait up for me And stab me in the back Knocking me down into the trashcan Then Hey now, How long has it been Since I played I declare war all the way to the end? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 21 [informant] => frohemiasweetie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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