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[title] => A mornings word 11/26/07
[time] => 2007-11-26 22:40:42
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[bodytext] => A call to cause to reap the havevest that lies rotting in the fields. An inkling perhaps of intelligence? A glimmer maybe of hope? Long days and blacker nights hold no promise for tomorrow, only doubt. And the reasons found for levity are seldom and sad all the same. The joyful noise has found no voice to echo its emptiness, only silence. And the once gentle gestures are forgotten. Hushed in the whispers left lingering in the mind, like secrets held against ignorance. Borrow thoughts that embrace the idleness of ludicris libations of both heart and hand. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 222 [topic] => 25 [informant] => wordsy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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