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[aid] => mick
[title] => ABSO- %$#*&$ -ing LUTION
[time] => 2010-11-23 09:26:42
[hometext] => Death is always in the wings waiting for a cutain call or..a curtain to fall
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Not much in life may be claimed absolute But in finality death is without dispute. Vital. I am alive and full of vigor. avoiding death or mortis rigor. Corporeal. Yet drawing are shades of mortality Face we must every death's finality. Finititude. Leaving much as when arrived. Ablution. Sans breath, Sans all those plans contrived. Decomposed [comments] => 1 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 64 [informant] => pooper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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