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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Favorite Tool
[time] => 2003-11-29 12:19:21
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[bodytext] => You grab me, yank me, slam me down. You drop me, bang me, throw me to the ground. You use my head as a driving force. You don't even think, it's a matter of course. When I miss, you cry & wale You scream at me, "Just hit the nail!" I spin and spin and cut her down. I cut her more when she's on the ground. Then my friends split her with the grain. and I'll cut her more if she's a pain. Those who get in my way all soon learn. The things I cut, I cut to burn. You squeeze and twist me and pull me back. I feel your need when the right tool is lacked. My grasp is tight and I feel no pain. If I were like you I'd go insane. You use me as your last resort I always come through with no retort. Together we sound like a bunch of fools. Yet we work perfectly. We're just His tools. jz [comments] => 2 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 14 [informant] => norticus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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