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[aid] => mick
[title] => Microsoft
[time] => 2005-05-07 06:29:18
[hometext] => Not happy with the last line :(
[bodytext] => Together we sit in blissful respect to those in the fluorescent castle. Who are we but to fawn at their splendour? So separate from our squalor, so separate from our frailty. They, unaffected by poverty. They, unworried by hunger. They, not caring about their fellow, lesser, selves. They sit apart, unknowing. They trill away in code on keyboards with unfailing logic To give of their omniscience while it sucks the being from our already hollowed selves Together all await the end of the buzzing tubes. It just depends on what muscles in your face you use To accompany the sound of crashing computers That marks you as Saviour, Servant or Socialist. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Jimmato [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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