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[sid] => 16735
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => The levels of care
[time] => 2003-04-29 23:25:00
[hometext] => Open to all comments and suggestions!
[bodytext] => There is no beginning to which has no end
Only to state that you are no better than dirt on my new Sunday shoes I just shake it off and carelessly step on it all over again Till all is left to nothing but meaningless particles of dust This game you have been playing for so long Of which seems to consist in who should be the saddest Is only but a game you play alone For I could not care less if you're ***** miserable No one cares about the weather so don't even go there Does it strain your entire pea size brain to write between the lines? Don't you see it just ends in tears? It has for what now seems like thousands of years Careful with that knife you been carrying for so long You might wind up slaying your own throat Oh my! What a shame it would be You really should just get it done and over with Copyright © Jeannie T 2003 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 6 [informant] => razorbladerose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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