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[sid] => 134050
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The sounds of BookMan's Trumpet (A Hunger Made to Thirst)
[time] => 2007-05-03 03:49:37
[hometext] => A story about the little fever in all of us, to want to make clear to those who harm
[bodytext] => Hey bookman Hey wide-awake, you shook man I saw you flake, man took them Down the dock, heard a hawk Circle round the legs as the hands did walk And we, we sit inside Wearing in style lies and out of touch apologies We were falling apart, just as it all got close And the stitching fell away from my heart Hey bookman Do you remember me, I was angry? Ancient history, I was wary And you beat me down, I fought for approval But it’s feeling never came around Tread lightly; I’d watch your back Not from me, but goodness attacks It isn’t forgiving, as they sometimes say It just kills quietly and it finds the sweetest way Hey bookman I can see, you were a crook man You may always be, it’s just your anthem A trumpet purged as it’s sounds serge from a window ledge Spitting into the night and it dances on the light Of our hearts making them heavy and wedged Who man, would of thought you were so deadly? Keeping me so straight forward but on the edge? Playing, “You are what I say you are” “If I say I say you are” “If you are what I say you are” “Then I say, I say you are” A trumpet purged as it’s sounds serge from a window ledge Playing, “You are what I say you are” “If I say I say you are” “If you are what I say you are” “Then I say, I say you are” [comments] => 1 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 6 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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