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[aid] => mick
[title] => Insomniac
[time] => 2010-03-06 23:40:42
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[bodytext] => I toss and toss until I rise from bed I cannot sleep my heart is weak this night My whitish hands persuade me now to write A trial to rid the things inside my head My slender pen indites with haste in red My deathlike face displays a ghastly white The alley echoes rabid cats that fight A doleful yowl will surely come ahead The candles doctor my nightly vision The verse that I’ve written wishes I cried The clock is ticking with such precision It’s that time again to lie down and bide [comments] => 1 [counter] => 249 [topic] => 60 [informant] => dmkj25 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => insomniac )
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