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[title] => Those lost little hobgoblins.
[time] => 2009-07-02 16:08:18
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[bodytext] => Those lost little hobgoblins. "I've cracked the vessel master, and now light is pours forth" We have lost the little gods that our forefathers knew. Losts the hobbes and stoopes, in which they grew. We have cast them away all the fashion form and false face. Under the station clocks, look for them there, thet've gone. The unwalled and unwinkinging camera, he's but a a shadow and a chimera. The immortals of your flower pots and our grasses green. These are the biers and estated lots. Look!even if your at home, the god of my teapot has gone. Left for friendlier climes, and the cash fish mince has moved to newer tides. We have all lost the little gods of our times We are guilty as achild is not, to all our empty hours such crimes. The god of my pen she bleeds for me. The morning mirror comb does but clean for thee. But look, look and but see the songs we've passed on glow as you listen a piece. These small gods about large ones cleve, clinging to his boots straps and sleeves. Or the gridles and the sheets, these sheets aremnow a wounding shroud. They're shrouds Under our inquisitorial indifference, even the billowing lords we dismiss there power AS immaterial and thus of no 'pinched nose' consequence'. The watchspring of my time piece, The hod of my Ipod Have these too left us?The answer is no pure wonder they belog to the gods of another. My phone, my car, my TV set? 'All borrowed you not to you beget'. You all lost your little godsCast o'er with merry or regret. Live without your little goblins, There is always a supply amply met For new and tomorrows mess. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 64 [informant] => Incognito_Bombastus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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