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[title] => Thoughts
[time] => 2003-07-07 01:35:00
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[bodytext] => They watched the sunset and
He thought, “Is life just a dream?” He thought of the hues, the colors The patterns, And he wondered about all of these things. He thought of empty roads, He thought of ocean waves, He thought of laughing children, He thought about early graves, He thought about the times he laughed, He thought about the times he cried, He thought about the hell of war, And all the people that have died, He thought about love, And hate, And greed, And sorrow, And humor, And all the things between. He thought about life, He thought about death, He thought about strife, He thought about anguish, He thought about happiness, And what it means to be A person living by no Other than his own decree. The colors danced and He thought about friends, He thought about truth And how to make amends to Problems unsolved, Questions unanswered, If life were unfulfilled, Could he ever get what he asked for? She poked him playfully, Smiled, And said “You think too much.” [comments] => 3 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 43 [informant] => TheSchroedmeister [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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