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[aid] => mick
[title] => skirts and jeans
[time] => 2007-02-06 18:43:23
[hometext] => playing ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => Down a winding dirt road To the right of the mailbox Left of the highway Going straight Always forward An old woman Said to me After congratulating me On my vibrant aura And me smiling faintly Telling her what Direction She needed to be She said she Chose Her direction Long ago She left it at that Walked away Leaving me to feel The east wind Consider the Taste of my poetry At the edge of it’s throat I got high that night And that old lady Her yellow broken teeth Her thin strands of old snow Her desert stretched and browning skin Stayed with me It’s funny the people you meet The people you never get close to The people you forget The people who make you change An old drunk cowboy Told me I’d Rule the world One day The flies around him abbreviating His Condition His health He said Gave him a reason To drink A bum one day on a bench Cried to god to die And said to me Go home, boy; live life Stop being afraid Another old man Hailed from West Virginia Would point at the girls and say The fine art of life boy Skirts and jeans For a long time I didn’t Understand It was laughter He meant laughter [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 43 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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