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[sid] => 1304
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Thinking cap
[time] => 2002-07-29 13:16:57
[hometext] => Just a thought...or many.
[bodytext] => Settle Cleric, scary? Very, belligerence in the counting,
Embezzle, confrontation, greed and feed upon the outing. Ears and bumble bees, free duty free within the many many, Too many with far to much lust had for the pretty penny. Wise enough this time to seldom run it counter clockwise, Shock absorber service absorbed by electronic mantle demise. The reddened shelter armed itself with a falling quadratic crow, Topic change; Rockets are maimed, and all systems are blow. Syphon my rifle, trifle, pass it on or calculate the liar bible, Hard sell, five minute trial, buckets, roughage, and climate bile. Pendant demonic Damonic harmonic resonance to cellophane, Alyson Hannigan is yet to call me ‘*****’ and tell me to say her name. Strange bulk bought creatures eat up with some darkness set to follow, Zone defend, potential vengeance, what constitutes a sleepy hollow? Pentecostal pocket novel, diamonds have themselves a salty sound, My hair’s a mess, dressed in Sunday best of flannel and some goose down. Some negligence, pride and prejudice, paperback pillow fight, Relevance, devils dance, genuine genocide flees into the night. Bicep, triceps, limpet, sicker shift, liquor license, Plastic bag, two to tango and teddy bears picnic violence. Parties sworn in, two minds caught in, pyromaniac/fireman, Swing, sing song, sit back, charge lentil soup and pay up, goddamn. Diary entry, sentry, surface to air child lock, Don’t be swayed from what you want to do, a boulder’s just a big rock. Wild west, math test, pyrotechnics, something to be proud of, Don’t let Wilb’ on international flights, he’ll Bacardi drink them out of. Red faces are the basis of Nations that win by a bleeding nose, Give Schumacher’ Michael a unicycle and see how the b***ard goes. Politicians with ideas, good will, missions and visions, before the votes are in, Once they’re counted, “come off it public, my fingers were crossed, got you all ‘cause I was kidding.” What happened to earth and the peace behind Eve and Adam kicking it in the garden? Now it’s people living in bins, Bin Laden, lager, drugs and death… Oh, it’s not? Well be my pardon. Whether it’s a word or not, it’s my prerogative not to believe in coldness, Please don’t go, you need to push me, I’ll be 24 first, remember I’m the oldest. A final message? Alright, I think I’ve got one to fill in the below line spot, Keep hold of the friends you trust in, possessions are nothing, You think you’re better than others? You’re not. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 208 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Damon_Maynard [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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