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[title] => Umm, Excuse me, Would you Please pass the Sugar?, Thanks.
[time] => 2005-12-12 21:04:40
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[bodytext] => This requires, too much energy expended Go to great lengths to retain what was once here And if it is recanted, taken away, played by semantics Then all that was expected, exhausted, has been wasted Which makes it all the more romantic More intimate, closeness, in sickness, in healthiness Provoked or unsolicited, either way- Its pay day, and overdue appreciation Concerted efforts to reach a feasible negotiation Tied up in civil litigation, the docket roster dances In anticipation, of what will come, befall, upon Once in a pink moon, ever does the blue get outdone Do the stars ever run, in the face of a falling comet, meteor shower, Anything you throw at them, they shine with pride for hours- Not ours, not theirs, not alone Property rights, individual privacy, precedence, propriety Postpartum claim, to the entitlement, the property, the birth right, Do right, act right, stand-up right, now, relax your neck, its way too uptight Concentrate on the daylight, breaks the shade, from morning to night Keeps us company, when no one can be found, not a soul in sight No end in sight, no end close by, no beginnings to replace, No memories to erase, just keeps us alone, when everything is, Just as sour as it tastes- Bitter sweet in so many ways, cant compete, With the remedy, the incomplete, symphony, Of methodical beats, or whispering sheets, hanging by a tight rope Under the tapping of my feet, inside the chamber, Where the cold replaces the heat, and the box on the street Is not a house for a family of three, for shade, bark up the wrong tree Cork up the winery, the champagne, the noise, The turning of the century, empathy, and poise, society- We can go on for an eternity… But whose go the energy? I know its not you, and its sure as hell aint me… ___ _ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 481 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jyssvw [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 17 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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