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[aid] => mick
[title] => Chris and the Mum
[time] => 2002-09-10 10:18:41
[hometext] => A story about two friends.
[bodytext] => Once, two white people
named Chris and the Mum set out to beat on the ultimate drum. They walk the world over without any clue where they should be going or what they should do. They settled the land where flowers can’t grow and they had made millions by winter’s first snow. They left five years later and wandered about til they found a village that they could just rout. They took all it had and plundered it bare they killed off the children while bound mothers stared. They boiled the watchdogs in melted-down snow and did horrid things to the rest of the folk. They soon made it back to the homeland they left and spent seven years praying for the bereft. After that lengthy shiva was finally done, they looked right outside and realized their drum was nothing but life as it pulsed and it flowed and flowered forever. Forever they owed. They couldn’t repent for their horrible crimes but came upon wisdom far greater than rhymes and realized that all the world had to show was the beauty of nature. There’s no need to go. So next time you hear the word “wisdom” you come and tell me the story of Chris and the Mum. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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