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[sid] => 16815
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => June to September
[time] => 2003-05-01 04:35:00
[hometext] => I wrote this poem whilst thinking about all the people I have met the last few years, and how gradually I have grown apart from the ones I loved the most. Such is life.
[bodytext] => I didn’t find the time last summer,
To get away to friendly skies. Instead I stayed at home and dreamt Of punishment and lies. I spoke to friends I did not remember But pretended they were mine; In the months from June through to September, I dreamt of lives I left behind. I dreamt about captivity, And how the guilt would feel. I found myself in a prison cell, With no sunlight at all. I sunk my head through the old brick wall, And pretended home was near. The ground was cold when it broke my fall, I lay down and shook with fear. Maybe it was the summer smoke, From the bonfires on the hill. Or the sunlight hitting the cold old folk, That took away the chills. And the strength it took to forget The beacons on the tor, Reminded me of the famous quote; That I will "sleep no more". [comments] => 2 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Cakes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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