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[aid] => mick
[title] => Approachable Rose
[time] => 2006-06-16 23:37:13
[hometext] => Love through my eyes at times seen in these lines
[bodytext] => The world’s asleep in broad daylight It tries to wake up but sinks back into the night As it forsakes the light Daniel leaves the phone as it keeps ringing Too caught up in Tiffany’s singing And so the hotel’s guests aren’t escaping Just stead solid, remaining, and existing And Daniel, well his eyes tear up as that song, it comes to a close When Tiffany stops singing, and hands him an approachable rose The creatures of the garden are alive Keeping up with their plans, they try to contrive Some kind of agony for the one’s who are outside Who are forbidden to hide at this garden’s inside As they all take the ride And the humans, well, they all peak on anyways I suppose And they pull and tug for an approachable rose Captain man he shoots a gun and powder fills the air His smoke circles round into skeletons off the cool foreign air But he doesn’t seem to care His rum comes in buckets by the fire As his troops try to rest as they tire While one tells stories of something else for a way to inspire But they know him a liar; he’s the tale’s one buyer And Captain looks out through the smoke saying “Bring your tale to a close” And hands him a medal of honor pinned to an approachable rose Cool cat with a leather jacket and a smoke Watches ladies as he breathes in and tries not to choke But he coughs from the inhaled toke He keeps on the corner to remain the barer of mystery But hounds for the lady to grab him and set him free He’s history, not to be persuaded philosophically As he flexes and knows this is scary But remains frightened shaken from his head to his toes Awaiting the drift of an approachable rose Greta drives the hearse through the countryside As her husband in the casket goes along for the ride He’s still there by her side And she looks at him, a tear comes to her eye Says she knows she’ll get by Or at least she will try; I guess we all don’t know why But we know it no lie And she whispers him the words that he knows “Thanks my dear, for the approachable rose” And don’t you know? The world’s asleep in broad daylight Trying to wake but falling into the night As it forsakes the light And a million within pass their time here ridiculously Approaching each act of the action meticulously Keeping their rows at the dock never at the sea And it all is seen rather simplistically As we look for beauty and we search for where it goes And all await, the touch of an approachable rose [comments] => 1 [counter] => 248 [topic] => 43 [informant] => franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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