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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Sonnet Concealed
[time] => 2011-03-26 07:21:40
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[bodytext] => A note reads 'Certificate of Honour' For high achievements in many a subject, But I feel no honour in this title Acedemia ruins the elect. The stifling boundaries hold us back, Like birds caged in told to fly away free, Like guessing a judge's favourite food, It all depends on how much you listened So there's no true freedom or uniqueness, We all must conform to the judges thoughts When one breaks free, he makes a legacy; A legacy held by tasteless judges Once again, and forever, and again. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 46 [informant] => Frillycakes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => didactic )
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