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[title] => Alive
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[bodytext] => What a day to be alive. Woodland fragranced air strokes And lovingly envelopes me, frees me more, Frees my mind and heart to leap And lap the sylvan nectar. Every blade diamond drenched, And every tree hand in lacy bewebbed hand As they gather their bramble petticoats And shyly show their fruits. So good to be alive. And below me men are crying, Dying in their filthy holes, Terror's rictus grin on their patriotic faces As He lovingly envelopes them, Frees them from everything To lap His foetid nectar And never want to leave. What a day to die. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 57 [informant] => derbypoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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