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[aid] => mick
[title] => i woudnt guess if i was down
[time] => 2007-11-26 15:30:31
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[bodytext] => now we bring the first comment to the group an easy one to start A role play if you will all trying to all a series with no part The human game this is the play the show won’t cancel so on this will stay Again let’s try for honest gain no stab in the backs republics you gain We are calling all sides the grey and the blue this is the tide some will capsize when we are threw Slow down let’s just follow our grips death is a disease a cure will then follow No age lines in cosmetics we fall while they wallow Simple distractions for all who are mass Signs and door stops a rump in the donkey My lines are not following simple logic they are signalling wrong This isn’t my hope the stories all wrong Sinister characters no plot only ploy Actors in real mans clothes harvesting the yolk Buying your vote’s bible they tote Again off rails this seal is not for the race Against all odds I hope a true man takes the place But believe all we want the truth isn’t real Like a skipping record or the words in this pose Nothing makes sense only towers they fold Let’s see if I can make sense of this so called opinion Sense of belonging is only the beginning Take hold of shape and the forms we create only with time our lines will show beliefs Harvesting bad is a bad time call to burn these crops Just don’t tell the fuzz what you sought Dance and swirl pivot and flail Time to make sense out of the wheel i am sad deep inside i heap threw the dead Collecting tears the the leaving can’t spare Bottled and capped to sell to the mass Glory to most and the rest turn to ash Slowly this span will be defined all the drugs Probing the brain and the anger we lug I see this rise is fallen by me Time to go time to be free [comments] => 0 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 73 [informant] => lostrelic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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