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[aid] => mick
[title] => Holiday
[time] => 2013-08-29 18:53:18
[hometext] => This is the first time I have written down my thoughts as a medium in the likes of art/Poem and first time to share... YIKES!!!!
[bodytext] => *HOLIDAY* A drive to the country to crack yourself apart from it all. An excursion, a lot of calm. Hey World, don't write, don't call. Shed the greasy widgets which move the mechanical you, the connect the dots you, doing what you're screwed and wrenched -together to do. You see what shines Formosa, a place you've wondered and needed. Steep in it's wonderful felicity fair, why don't you dare, isn't it why you are there! The wall is damn high. Greased with worries, nuts, bolts, gismos, all from back there. Your eyes appear to pop and burst, both explaining the attempt at bliss. You are smart, you know it's right there. Others, wearing it in their glow, the way they walk, how real the Free is! The long tiring battle has calmed. A smile, deep breath, exhale, wind in your hair, skin so soft, it's clean, it's smooth, finally it's off of you, you're clean, you're new. On the horizon your gritty greasy nightmares appear. You just cleared the wall and your rest, in it's infancy. Country is gone, your driveway before you.; Tomorrow you're back to the Muck Barfing Machine, Bill paying ungreased Ramrod. Your contrivance was sealed way back in the gene pool. A holiday is always a black-eye, you're designed and dyed a null and cold factory tool. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 86 [topic] => 21 [informant] => bobbythecretin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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