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[aid] => mick
[title] => the curse of the last man standing
[time] => 2011-03-10 13:16:42
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[bodytext] => Journey's end around the bend the sun shines on this memory the place I came from, I was sent this was my home my destiny The cars rush by, no welcome mat memories of a face or two but nought but strangers are there sat the old I left is someone's new the trees remembered, in full bloom the houses dressed in new facades new houses built where there is room I hold on to dusty postcards you wrote to me, and I wrote back fondness from you and nothing more for we had failed upon the rack memories? Time passed, but they were sore. The years rolled on, I made my way so far away where I knew I would never see your lovely face and torture myself wondering why now I pass these streets of yore fighting the salt of sentiment tears show as I pass your door they're reading out your testament later today you'll be at rest and I a stranger at the back my punishment, time is the test past acquaintances now lack the service is all that it can be for no-one knew you in your prime the old lady at no. 3 a lot of people gave you time younger people ask my name and how I knew you? have to lie the story told is rather tame good manners from the tired old guy They bury you in a fine spot looked upon by a small copse I look from distance at the plot and count the rows of empty slots the mourners leave and I approach I look down at the casket case and here I am holding the torch the last to stand, I won the race the cards I held they hurt my soul no longer comfort, now despised I throw them in the burial hole the last attempt to say goodbye [comments] => 1 [counter] => 130 [topic] => 21 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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