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[title] => July 3rd, 2008
[time] => 2008-07-03 17:01:01
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[bodytext] => I saw a tattered flag Lying along the side of the road; Fifty stars huddled for warmth On a torn, cold skyline With a candy-cane of thirteen stripes Soiled by grains of dog excretion. I stooped down beside the little guy And lifted him off of the pavement, Brushing the dried mess off of His badly broken body. Just then, I heard the blaring horn Of a speeding sports utility vehicle Heading westward with a toxic cloud Of burning oil spewing from its backside. I held my sleeve too my mouth As I choked on the miasma. The fuming smog floated along, Dispersing into the sickly air. I wept as I laid my friend back down, Humbled by his honesty. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 41 [informant] => surfwiththealien [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
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