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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fairground
[time] => 2007-01-28 14:03:08
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[bodytext] => Scene – she enters the fairground of manipulation, clutching pity like a prize to her side. A little white lie never bruised her multicoloured mask, so why should she halt the ride? She moulds appreciation from sympathy dough – a masterpiece. Her own Statue of David brought into spotlight by the regret of the touring customers at the show. She watches their inert expressions, as she guides their boat, and opinions, squeezing every ounce of air and emotion. But, as they call the feat to cease, they must stand corrected. She owns the grounds - scene. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 43 [informant] => silverscent [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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