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[aid] => mick
[title] => Blood upon the Tartan
[time] => 2003-12-27 06:04:17
[hometext] => Who had become a man? Who from the heavens took him home? I am of the Scot Earth people
[bodytext] => A hand reaches out. A pool of blood is in the palm. It drips between the fingers. It falls on tartan below. It grows the blackish stain. The reddish-brown splashes up. The blood in the splash falls away. A stone shining and faceted begins to rise. It is a garnet called "The blood of kings". The hand scoops it up and takes it away. The hand has no arm you can see. Who is this jewel that comes from blood spent? Why is it used to buy you and me? Rita M.Edgar R.A.- Minnesota-US- C1993 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 19 [informant] => dumfries [notes] => < Edited by Mod_8 > [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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