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[sid] => 117703
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Empty
[time] => 2006-04-04 15:35:23
[hometext] => just another one of my poems feel free to comment.
[bodytext] => I saw this woman named abby and she was achy inside. I then left and walked down the alley and saw a guy named andy and he looked angry. I wanted to know if there was any one who felt so empty. I saw the army truck and the army men were carrying a baby. I felt so bad for the army men and that baby. Of course I always feel bad about myself. The bailey truck was carry some beanie babies I collect those. I love to look at the world and all its beauty. I went to see a woman named betty and she was with her b/f billy. While I was talking to betty these people shot us a birdie. I took a blister from my shoes and my toe looked all bloody. I feel so bloomy and I am all the time busy. I love to eat candy and I would love to be carefree. When I feel gloomy I listen to my cd and it makes me cheery . I am no classy woman and I feel so cranky and crazy. I have been told I was crazy. I love to eat something crunchy but I feel so deadly. I walked to the deli and I was so drowsy and felt like a dummy. I went ahead and met dusty and he was doing his duties. I saw dusty on duty so early in the morning. Alot of people tell me to take it easy and I try to look fancy. I am not happy and I love the holy ghost. I love my mommy and I don't like mondays. I wished I had alot of money so I wouldn't feel so moody. I saw this woman named molly when I went to the deli to buy some food. Alot of things are nasty and I watched the nightly news. I dont like nosy people and I love to drink pepsi. I wished I could feel perky and I sure don't live piggy. All I am saying is life is so empty and I feel like a zombie. I like wednesdays because it's almost the end of the week. I worry all the time about everything. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 21 [informant] => butterflygirl40 [notes] => Edited for spelling as requested. - Moderator_16 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 18 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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