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[aid] => mick
[title] => Pride
[time] => 2004-04-07 00:35:58
[hometext] => I have had a poem removed from this site for some reason. So if anyone wishes to see all of my work then please go to this address. www.poetrypoem.com/rylo022000 And you will see the one they pulled off the site as well.
[bodytext] => As I laid down for bed, on that warm July night. I had thought to myself, that my life would be better to be, placed upon a shelf. So many memories, so many stories, so many that shouldn't be. Now I am not perfect, but I am just a man. A man who lets pride get in the way of all, but sometimes it becomes to much, and even I have to fall. You may think of me, what you will, but at some point, your truth will spill. Now a man is just a man, is what a woman would say. So before you judge me for who I am, or what I have done, or even where I come from. I think you should take a long look in the mirror. Pride is a very hard thing to swallow, and to tell you the truth, sometimes a mans heart can be a little hollow. They say a man should always stand tall, and never should he fall, but if he should fall. Then get back up, and continue to stand tall. As I laid in that bed, all this ran through my head. Then I got up, and looked around wishing for someone, to help me. Then out of the middle of no where she came to me. She was in all ways, nothing but beauty. She had placed me in her arms, and under her wings, and from the middle of no where, she began to sing. The music was like no kind I have ever heard. I just smiled and stared into her eyes, as she smiled back, and said. Now you may push away some pride, but don't push all. For some you just shouldn't hide. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 63 [informant] => Rylo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => hbadday )
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