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[aid] => Mick
[title] => The Middle of the Seven Hills
[time] => 2003-09-02 16:45:00
[hometext] => I wrote this sitting atop a hill in the middle of Worcester Massachusetts thinking about how much the town really does suck, but every once in a while theres a place with a little bit of majic attatched...
[bodytext] => I am sitting in the middle of the seven hills here i sit just watching watching the city getting ready for dinner with their families. And the sun sets to my right a beautiful gold casting shadows mysteriously on tall buildings along the skyline which is in my immediate view. I am sitting in the middle of the seven hills contemplating Rome which was not built in a day (people should pay more attention to that). And someone once told me that life was not easy but it seems to me that i already knew that. Sometimes its nice to hear it from a different source. I sit here in the middle of the seven hills and wonder is someone else is wondering too. If someone else has put their mind at ease. I sit in the middle of the seven hills and hold on to the magic that the wind carries around me that only the middle of the seven hills seems to have. And i think if Caesar had the same problem with the magic of the seven hills because maybe that is why he died. But it is here in the middle of the seven hills holding memories that i may carry with me through my life's adventures and perhaps even one day Rome will be finished and everyone will see its glory. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 228 [topic] => 21 [informant] => AppleScruffs [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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