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[aid] => mick
[title] => Morning (In The Slums)
[time] => 2006-01-18 07:08:30
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[bodytext] => When you wake up in the morn, surrounded by its dim light, when you still wander on that thin line `tween misty dreams and dull reality, your being and thoughts slide heavily through the cobwebs of your cold and wretched life, you again behold the spectre of your mother breast feeding you until she dried out, until you had desperately sucked away whatever remainder of humanity she might have had in that grim, miserable, cold, filthy hut. You see the murky shadow of your father through that yellowish mist of cheap tobacco and spirit, his fists striking at his anger and despair onto your young and frail body, you remember the hunger that lurked around every corner of your tortous path in that grim, miserable, cold, filthy hut. Your heart then awakens, thumping in anguish and awe, your eyes suddenly opening to the sight of your child, bare feet on the cold earth floor of your filthy, grim, cold, miserable hut, through the yellowish mist of yesterday`s left overs of cheap tobacco and spirit, you strike at your anger and despair, ignoring your son`s dark innocent eyes, looking at you with such inmense sadness. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 439 [topic] => 43 [informant] => pecjak [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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