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[title] => Seldom
[time] => 2008-06-16 22:44:49
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[bodytext] => In the kingdom of Seldom, All of the cats dodge the leering canine, Whose tongue is all too spatulate And large - a lopsided panacea for a fine, Few, pummeled children, who, In the land of Free Quent, Would have long ago said goodbye To that dismal school stint. Of course, in Seldom, the people Have uncanny resolve, having confronted Failed parachutes, absurd stays in the mountains, Where at the peak, a good chum almost bunted Them right off inadvertently With a zealous congratulation. It is a friendship that, in the outside world, Would not survive without the elation Of the thin exalted air. But, In the optimism of this land, Mustered in the high peaks, One can visually understand That forgiveness does thrive, That is has not flatlined. Camaraderie has been dolloped on those tough, Entrepreneurial peaks, defined Against the cartoonish sky, heaped Up with the fuzzy textures of guides, Of sherpas. In turn, these idyllic athletes Defer to the warm hides Of their dogs. The noses are accomplished, And they, immune to perdition, Only dig out what is buried en route, Like the microchips embedded - twentieth edition - In their soft, scruffy necks. The people relish Those dogs, their rare pals who Seldom Live beyond fifteen, who, when Called, always come. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 64 [informant] => screwge [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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