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[title] => Call It What You Will
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[bodytext] => No more needs to be said Nothing more can be expected There is little room for error Tiny mistakes of inconvenience The water glass is tilted The spoils fall to the carpet The drops run out of surface And they collectively are wasted Membership is limited Criteria never reaches capabilities The extra inch to complete the portrait The canvas is too short ,and it too dies No worries after the sun sets No crimes happen at night Everything is safe and in its place Or so you thought, when you shut out the lights ______ ____ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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