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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Personal Grave Digger
[time] => 2010-07-10 08:15:06
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[bodytext] => In the misty dense damp airwaves, a noise is heard In an innocent youngter's dreams, I'll make you scared When you feel a shudder, or a murmer, or a stutter You look to the skies but you fail to realise I'm staring right up at you from the gutter. I hide in the shadows where I feel at peace I sleep in the ditches with the rain and the grease You waste your time hiding behind that old man priest But I'll find you somehow, beneath the crease Oh, you could say, I'm like a secret police. Not until my business is done will I have my feast. I feel sorry for them all, being so incapable and small Cowering in the hall with their head against the wall Sometimes even the ones with so much promise and rigor Can turn on themselves and pull the trigger Evil as I am, I wish they'd go for something bigger. And not have to spend their whole life haunted by their own personal Grave Digger. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 208 [topic] => 13 [informant] => JackDylan [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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