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Array ( [sid] => 79760 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => It wasn't stroke, it was suicide. [time] => 2005-01-13 17:46:34 [hometext] => Another of those first two-liners I have had in the to do box - sure turned out different than it began! [bodytext] => Here I lay beneath a tired oak
He is beaten, and weathered, and dying of stroke
Yet my mind in Mother's milk does soak
In a small, sunlit alcove we've alotted for hope.

A life rich in Nature is not a life to abhor
Building our strength like our fathers before
Battling, battling forever-more
Thoreau's zombie-pals, The Chronically Indoors.

Got their hand around your neck yet?
Run for the door, your best bet
For a politely-dying zombie I have yet met
Your pallor, your soul they still might get.

Break free into the sunlight
Warm your soul so that you just might
Be saved from the flames of Hell tonight
For there's nothing more flammable than uptight.

Grab the kids and take the dog
Step away from the exuding fog
Inside pretend they're not all gone
Destruction reigns under cover of God. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 222 [topic] => 8 [informant] => girltranscended [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )

It wasn't stroke, it was suicide.

Contributed by girltranscended on Thursday, 13th January 2005 @ 05:46:34 PM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy

Here I lay beneath a tired oak
He is beaten, and weathered, and dying of stroke
Yet my mind in Mother's milk does soak
In a small, sunlit alcove we've alotted for hope.

A life rich in Nature is not a life to abhor
Building our strength like our fathers before
Battling, battling forever-more
Thoreau's zombie-pals, The Chronically Indoors.

Got their hand around your neck yet?
Run for the door, your best bet
For a politely-dying zombie I have yet met
Your pallor, your soul they still might get.

Break free into the sunlight
Warm your soul so that you just might
Be saved from the flames of Hell tonight
For there's nothing more flammable than uptight.

Grab the kids and take the dog
Step away from the exuding fog
Inside pretend they're not all gone
Destruction reigns under cover of God.

Copyright © girltranscended ... [ 2005-01-13 17:46:34]
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Re: It wasn't stroke, it was suicide. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 19th January 2005 @ 05:22:43 PM AEST
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You're right, it did take a diffrent turn, but obviously the new direction went well.
I can see that nature and you are good friends...wonderful write!

Re: It wasn't stroke, it was suicide. (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Friday, 4th February 2005 @ 02:48:34 AM AEST
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great images, beautiful style and flow:) hugs n' love nessa

@->>->:-

Re: It wasn't stroke, it was suicide. (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Tuesday, 8th March 2005 @ 12:29:13 AM AEST
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Yes but... where do you plug in the hairdryer?
(sorry squirtley... I'm punchy tonight and absolutely couldn't resist that)

Oh, I know... we are so very different. You know her... always, always have - and I confess I really did. But Nature, as she is at the end of your pen - soooo makes me want to.

With appreciation (albiet, most often through a window) for that tired oak and your love of it,
SNM - of the Chronically Indoors

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