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[aid] => mick
[title] => Man on Tracks
[time] => 2008-11-03 19:58:05
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[bodytext] => Well, I once left my home and I once left it fast With a box full of papers and handful of cash. There were so many things that I wish I could pass; But inside I just wanted to stop. The man with the flowers looked into my eyes. How I wanted to tell him but just had to cry. He said "boy, why you cryin'?", then gave me the time And I left and went on with my day. I stood by myself and I laughed as a truck Tried to drive up a curb but it failed and got stuck. And the man selling pretzels worked hard for a buck. He sold nothing and neither did I. Have I wasted my time? Have I nothing to say? I allow them to burn into day after day, I suppose I resist 'cause I'm much too afraid. Now I'm driving away down the road. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 11 [informant] => Alphadux [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )
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