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[aid] => Mick
[title] => (Writings in a) Dead Language; The best are Never Found
[time] => 2003-09-19 02:45:00
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[bodytext] => The Most important thoughts a man can think are while driving home along in the middle of the night. Off again, On again your kicking your own shins. Build a house around your pictures, and read grand stories of fact and fiction. And while you're at it, polish my shoes. These things, they say nothing. These things, they are dead to you. One last push, Breathe, get ready for an adventure that you can't imagine. But visions of grandure they are for me. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 43 [informant] => MrmcBiggums [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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