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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hell's Kitchen
[time] => 2010-04-17 22:58:42
[hometext] => I was ask to write this after the publication of another poem on a similar theme.
[bodytext] => Hell’s Kitchen The restaurant was small but exquisite. There was barely room enough for diners to sit. Music drifted across this delightful scene And the ambience was restful, serene. The starter had been eagerly awaited Thin slices of sweet meat which would have sated The appetites of princes and kings in any land As the meat was so rich and in no manner bland. At one point he looked at the space where his finger Should have been and his gaze began to linger On his fellow diners who had similar spaces And also an inquisitive look on their faces. The main course arrived with much anticipation, A slightly grilled steak, a magnificent creation. He looked at the limbless and considered their pain Then turning to his plate began eating again. Alistair Muir [comments] => 2 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 13 [informant] => aliopterix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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