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[sid] => 86232
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => ''The Sugeon Waits''
[time] => 2005-03-02 14:35:06
[hometext] => This poem explores a quote from Hippocrates...
[bodytext] => This morning...I awoke. The commander has started the bloody deeds of the day. His voice is of a God, telling his men of the good portents... Portents indeed, either way, my day shall be long. His Triarii have been dispatched, and his archers stationed. The trumpet sounds, and the dust rises from the Earth, Rising with it the heartbeat of the Earth...or rather, the marching madness of men. The first to see Elysium, the messanger...tied to his horse, but returning without his head. Nothing I can do...but wait. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 57 [informant] => puranic_mantra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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