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[aid] => mick
[title] => Every Morning is a Memory (what can we do?)
[time] => 2006-04-01 12:11:49
[hometext] => i would probably go on with this...but i have a headache. always, abraham
[bodytext] => What can we do?
What can any of us do?
Bottles of beer
stumble over city streets.
Needles swim death
in every perfect sea.
The night is a statute of sorrow.
Every morning is an empty cigarette
a headache
a cup of instant coffee.
Every morning is a memory
memorizing the perfect pink
pallets signing in the sun.
There is a tattered flight
of fancy in my dreams.
Children in rags
smiling superior smiles
smiling somber sick
and cold.
What can we do?
What can any of us do?
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[informant] => iodinelove
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[alanguage] => english
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[score] => 7
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