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[title] => That Mesa
[time] => 2009-05-31 11:35:45
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[bodytext] => Dreams more lucid than realities effusive besiege that mesa of practical ambition. Derelict angels with wings of gray may see themselves represented in the moon’s grooves, and bark is just another construed moon. The halo is a carousel of birds; you dazed hit in confusion. Innocence is a mirage batting wings fat and engorged, toppled by pat adages of chances overrun, which seem lucid in illusion. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 64 [informant] => screwge [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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