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[title] => fall of the roman empire
[time] => 2005-10-22 10:18:55
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[bodytext] => Its eight am and the first bell rings Reminding you of that summer day You spent sitting outside the Roman Cathedral The day was nothing but white silence Even with the tourist snapping shots Of the great remains of self destruction And young kids screaming Oblivious to the history they are becoming White silence is what kept me from hurting you From locking you in the tear I wore on my neck. The church bells rang and played a song of nostalgia And you told me about how when you were barely seven years old You found god in the sprinker at Phillip’s Park I read you the story on my palm About how nine years of Catholic schooling Has made turned me into a whore just like the rest Its five after eight am and the second bell rings You walk into my period one, Honors English I And whisper so everyone hears: The Aztecs did more than just battle [comments] => 1 [counter] => 466 [topic] => 48 [informant] => xbleedingheart [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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