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[title] => Pass Through The Narrow Filter
[time] => 2006-03-18 11:16:30
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[bodytext] => Hanging pictures on their frame Main Street deserted for the parade They dance and sing in your honor They pay homage to your courageous valor You are officially a hero of epic proportions You and your little shiny suit of armor Take heed, take caution Sword drawn and masks fastened tight Take your stage, “Warrior of the Night” It’s your words they wait to hear It’s your poetry that can induce their last tear For I have been here, waiting for your return I thought it better then simply coming along Children gather, they chant your name They dress like you It’s such a crying damn shame! If they only knew you The way I once used to If they only loved you If they only gave a damn too! Bestowed upon you, is an honor such Kings and Gods awake, just to wish you luck! Have I sinned to such an extent, That all I have accomplished now becomes irrelevant? Has the road I traveled become nonexistent? Was my toil and hardship worth even some small percent? But I digress, this here is your special day You’re larger than the sun, in your own perverted way Compounding conclusions, and drastic disillusions Have enabled a condemned slave of misery Rise to the lauded and worshiped epitome- Greatness and prominence have apparently escaped thee You and I simply, Can never be _________ ________________ [comments] => 1 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Mangos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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