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[aid] => mick
[title] => there's something dead about mary
[time] => 2011-02-19 11:43:03
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[bodytext] => Lunchtime in the bull, talking to my friends laughing off our problems, temporarily they end two pints later honesty takes over from a front I mention death at work as well as the team on which i'll punt I say I want my picture putting out on e-mail if the time comes early, when my body fails for I can't stand the conversations when a colleague dies 900 people work there, their names they tend to slide e.g. we sit, she says you Know Steve off of team 16 he was 52, a massive beard and he wasn't very clean maybe I could have known him, we could have shared a glance i'll never know from description , there's very little chance the only thing that makes sense when I try to place is the picture of them on their pass-card then I'll know their face. this innocuous conversation sparks a something in my friend he waits til others leave the room, cigarettes they're means of end he tells me that his ex girlfriend died earlier that week 15 years ago they split , now he's struggling to sleep the girl he lives with now he loves but he knows he just can't share the remorse he feels, is it valid? Doesn't know why it is there. She had two kids, they're maybe old enough for high school now the way it ended ,it was strange. They rarely had a row three years they were together, they bought a house to stay he hoped it was the real thing but it didn't stay ok took a long time to get over her and one thing that is so weird he never gave her half a thought in the last fourteen years I try to think of something that will remedy his mind I tell him that its natural to care, no matter how much time has passed apart with other meaningful relationships i'm normally quite cocky with some clever sort of quip but he appreciates the change he sees within my mood he tells me she died of leukaemia, makes me feel quite rude for jokes I told so many times were so insensitive the cruelness never wavered, front was never going to give he tells me that the funeral is next Monday, he is scared that he'll cry and people wonder what they might have shared what do you say? I wonder. Then at last there is reprieve cigarette break over. Now, who was that bloke called Steve? [comments] => 0 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 64 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => Edited per request in Poem Edit and Deletion Requests Moderator_18 ~ Feb 19, 2011, Mar 2, 2011 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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