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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Sign Of Maturity
[time] => 2006-01-15 04:24:07
[hometext] => Best, as well as perhaps unfortunately longest poem to date... prove em wrong about A.D.D amongst us today and try this on for size...for the first loves in the house
[bodytext] => A mere hour and a half north of the fork You can find a story worth learning The same cast and characters we’ve heard before As for the plot, at the end, the world keeps turning He met her through tales of Caesar and kin She knew him only through green and lowered head She could offer the Mediterranean Waters on which he knew he could never tread His presence was to her pleasing She taught him second chances with healthy gait Life knocks him down seven times She’s the hand to hold in search of eight He loved to impress cause he just wasn’t impressive Confidence not arrogance, she would always say The flicker behind her eyes, eluding Noting his head almost fit through the door today He dreamt boyishly of a life lived alongside her She contented herself on being a friend He later found she knew him better than His twenty years had told him ‘til then We can hear a silence for want of breath When a sign of maturity finds curv-ed staff He wanted her affinity for optimism She just wanted him to make her laugh The past taught her to guard her trust Stick it deep in her pocket given little air to breathe He just loved when he asked her for her weekend plans And she responded “You tell me” His past taught him rejection over honesty The trees he walked always seemed so weak of limb Making it so hard to bottle the awareness that She will always be the laurel wreath to him He knows she’ll cross his mind When he’s old, tired and lying in bed For all he knew she could have been there Lying next to him instead [comments] => 4 [counter] => 539 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Benny14 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 17 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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