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[aid] => mick
[title] => This Day....This Day
[time] => 2014-07-08 19:45:52
[hometext] => The beauty found every day and the challenge of redundancy
[bodytext] => This day....my squeaking lids pry upon fleeing dreamed eyes, half in complaint- yet they creak and comply- dawn muttering on pupils while my feet from eyes far, search unbidden for floor quite beyond my command- for if up to me, they still would be in sheeted wrap stretched to my sleepy demand. Yet they follow the sun; in tandem both rise whilst blinking suns far are fetched and subdued by our own little star in our own little sky. Yes...this day began, now it's evening I see that I'm aught but a vassal to primal demand, a slave to forces quite beyond me, ants climb and birds fly storks one legged stand... My irises focus, take in the room... Dawning sun slowly to darkness be starved, A query from mind to my soul it escapes, “And how shall I face yet a new day?” Shall I charge into challenge, Pamplona red scarved? With bulls stomping, throwing sweat all about- breathing and snorting to tear me apart? Oh this life, this day, this state of awake... My nostrils flaring to bulls at my heels, I run and tear, I love, I scare, I feel..this day, this day, again, is so real. This day...unique as my green lawn twixt neighbors green lawns, Our sun repeating it all with every new dawn. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 21 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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