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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Rose...
[time] => 2002-08-04 07:20:40
[hometext] => From one to another...who came back...
[bodytext] => It seems so easy when its early
and the night is so much young he was laughing... joking ... drinking ... smoking happy and having fun to see the world through drink fed eyes what he thinks he see's... he dont realise that when he's sleeping... in his bed he forgot the words... he slurred and said heavy heart...heavy head early start...to late to bed pounding...sounding...found his groans he cant function... when... he's just half stoned... Its so easy when you think you do know it all... but dont have a clue time ticks... away to creep eyes wide open...but half asleep a functioning wreck...who sleep couldn't pass a toast to the host...from a tall dirty glass... Dont open them curtains till evening and he'll pray that the sun doesn't shine in bits... in his pit...and still grieving losing his head from his mind Lord i know that feeling...i've been there got me the hat blatant with satan...soul stealing not knowing just where your at... Alive to describe is he crazy from a man... who's been there before took the blows... and he knows he wouldn't suppose think the thorns... were hiding a rose wake him up tomorrow and give him back his mind guide him through his sorrow and steer him from behind offer him your knowledge dont tease him with the truth listen to his questions the answers in his youth... MDM...3/08/02... [comments] => 4 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 6 [informant] => markymark [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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