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[sid] => 155104
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => round in circles
[time] => 2009-11-18 00:19:40
[hometext] => havnt posted for a while.
[bodytext] => The feet drag Like the clock on the wall watched for too long And the dust stirred up like dreams Cannot soar on a breeze As there is not a breath here So they fall once more to the floor Just out of reach Just enough To be forgotten. And the feet drag on Step by step to a beat long gone Somehow still remembered Passed on from working father To working son Until all that remains is a footprint Amongst the dust To be swept away with the memory itself. Break these chains To break the cycle As these miles beneath my feet Begin to bring my end to the start Blind and struggling for breath As this birth becomes my death. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 21 [informant] => JT [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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