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[aid] => mick
[title] => The graveyard
[time] => 2005-07-04 10:01:22
[hometext] => Don't do what I did...
[bodytext] => 2:00 o'clock in the morning, I can't sleep so I get out of bed, I might as well go for a walk, Maybe it will clear my head. A graveyard behind my house, Do I dare to go in, Not much light, But a street lamp ahead. I walk toward the light, Don't seem bad at all. Nice breeze blowing in my hair, But I get this eery feeling, I can't believe I am doing this, This is totally silly. I came to the street light, It shined on a roll of graves, To look at them all, They had a t.v monitor and a face. I walked up to e. b walker. I turned on the t.v. Then I was sucked in into another place. I became e.b walker, I had lived her life, I was a very sad. Because I was a beaten wife. I cried and then I exited. It was enough for me. I decided to go home, I didn't turn on another t.v. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 49 [informant] => texaspoet2005 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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