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[sid] => 117924
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => HUMBLE HOME OF MY OWN.
[time] => 2006-04-08 04:51:59
[hometext] => everybody need a home so do I.
[bodytext] => With sullen cupidity I gazed at those blithely tiny birds flapping their wings, ‘nd talking to the wind, gaily parting from the setting sun to glide towards their humble nest, jumpin’ joyful tiny mice ran between my weary feet towards a happy hole - home of their own. Intellect; so they call me, yet I have not a twig shade of my own to rest my weary head and to cool my blistered feet. I did dare to brave, to built a meek tiny burrow with all that I could gather ‘nd borrow - amorously decorated with all my heart and love. Happily rested my weary head for just a blinking moment– alas, there came the scandalous stormy wind to expose my gloomy destiny, the affluent lender snatched my humble home, left me to chill in the piercing cold. Here I lay wistfully gazing at those blithely birds flapping their wings and talking to the wind, me on the vociferous street, with no place of my own. (FRANCO) [comments] => 2 [counter] => 210 [topic] => 21 [informant] => FRANCO [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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