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[aid] => mick
[title] => And then?
[time] => 2003-10-29 16:07:03
[hometext] => Just something ! a line of anger...
[bodytext] => When all is said and all is done. Beneath the ground, and man lies dead. When all the earth is a cold grave and no more brave. Bright things have birth when coo- ling sun and stone-cold world together hurled. Flame up as one o sons of men. When all is flame what of your fame and splendour then? When all is fire and fla- ming air what of your rare and high desi- re to turn the clod to a thing divine the earth a shrine and man the God?? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 13 [informant] => cant-skate [notes] => (Approved by Mod_1) [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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