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[aid] => mick
[title] => Time
[time] => 2009-10-25 22:55:41
[hometext] => some thoughts after my grandfather passed away
[bodytext] => Tic, tic, tic The traffic is endless. People are staring, I wonder what they see? I enter the old Victorian. It smells like history. It is history. That clock is too meticulous. Why do humans measure life by time? Why not measure life with life? But humans want to be compared to God! Even though time is man-made, It’s one of a few inventions immortalized. What is the point of living when, Humans compare death to life. All that becomes of us is a ad in the paper why do people want to live forever? Life without death is just random occurrences. The only constant is time, never ending [comments] => 1 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 44 [informant] => b_lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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