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[aid] => mick
[title] => Spun Out
[time] => 2013-08-21 22:10:51
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[bodytext] => In the wild I roam with fear, so threatened by my guilt. Not so much by what I see, I go by what is felt. The bushes and the trees conceal the ones who are a watching. The cameras in the ceilings and the walls are cyber stalking. And somewhere out there down the street, the feds sit and wonder why. I get so freaky late at night, and spend my time so high. Or am I just some crazy guy who is spun out of his mind ? [comments] => 0 [counter] => 101 [topic] => 7 [informant] => MarkMark [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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