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[title] => Gossip
[time] => 2008-08-03 01:06:48
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[bodytext] => It is nine-thirty, headed for the optometrist. Out of my right pocket I produce a profound list Of today’s rebuffs against customary eye sores -- Weed-addled flowers and similar chores. I would eat the sky because the sky I crave. About your gossipy lips I’d rave Because I woke up with one eye blind, So I heard extra sharp how I was maligned. While my husband drifted off to sleep, I stayed up with one eye to keep And entertained the image of a Cyclops, His bereft glory displayed in candy shops. My neighbors caught wind of my need to invoke The monsters behind me, the allied folk -- And my incessant pursuit to pester Each who could qualify as an ancestor. I no longer trust those I once called “friend.” I don’t wait to crane my neck before reaching a bend. I have heard many a savage gossip Unfurl from your only lip. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 73 [informant] => screwge [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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