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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Non Sequitur
[time] => 2005-08-03 07:59:46
[hometext] => If I could tell you, I would.
[bodytext] => I took a picture of a flower just a day before it died, I spent a day in bed and wondered whether Jesus cried, Up the steps to Calvary Hill to have his death denied, By all the Atheists who claim the dear man never died. I drove a mile up the road before the car broke down, But it figures, as the road ahead was curved just like a frown, I wondered and I stumbled just before I turned around, But I didn`t make it home in time before the sun went down. I ran upstairs and tripped back down before I reached the top, My legs bailed out and down I fell, and damn, it was a drop, But I ran back up before the others told me I should stop, Though down I fell with quite a yell just as I reached the top. I cried some salty tears one day - I learned that I would die, Someday, maybe far away or as soon as next July, I sat down with a frown and thought what this just might imply, I always favored stagnancy but never wished to die. I slept in late to contemplate just what my mother said, "`Tis better to take a risk each day than wake up and be dead", So I figured I might skip a step and sleep all day instead, I never heard the rest of all the pointless things she said. You know, I really got to thinkin` and I figure Jesus cried, He was herded up a hill with no one walking by his side, Except a cross, a crown of thorns, and something great inside, Those people on the hill were mean, and God Himself had cried. I can write some words on paper but they never make much sense, So penning something meaningless avoids all the pretense, I might sound smart but see my brain, it`s clearly rather dense, And in the scheme of certain things, it seems I make no sense. Mirror, mirror on the wall, I busted you last night, Now each glassy piece of mockery I stomp on them in spite, They`re telling me I`m ugly, but my mom says they`re not right, So I broke all of the evidence I looked like crap that night. I can go on all day and point out things that no one cares to see, And `cause they all call me crazy, it`s no wonder I agree, Got called to court the other day, stupidity was my plea, Now I`m sitting back at home and sad, not liking what I see, With a goddamn mirror on the wall that likes to insult me. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Freak-of-the-Week [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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