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[sid] => 2133
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Out of Touch
[time] => 2002-08-11 11:33:36
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[bodytext] => My hands are cold
They have spent enough time reaching out . My mind now enters a new plane, away from all of the technology that buzzed around me, and left me wondering why my calls were not returned. Even though these self proclaimed saints , whose hands are probably dirtier than mine, are never out of touch. In fact the cell phone has begun to resemble a newly grown appendage. But when I am desperate, and in need of some comfort, and lose a little more dignity by being the one who needs contact, I always hear that same cliche, "Oh I was just thinking about you". [comments] => 1 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 6 [informant] => POOBEAR [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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