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[time] => 2004-04-07 15:24:43
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[bodytext] => Don't know where, don't know when. But somewhere out there. Aspalt, parking lot, shopping strip, and then. It was her and me. Nobody else on the street. When she left the concrete She came to me. Her voice was low. At the time she said "he died." He was someone we love. Someone we cried. Don't know when, don't know how, but she knew. And I felt those words when they came to, I knew she knew. After, I awoke from slumber. the former is about a dream I had on March 26, 2004 New entry: April third, 2 thousand and 4 around Eight O'Clock Eastern time last night, there was an accident somewhere outside Miami don't know no tale What is this insane ritual we must go thru a decade later? a sad rain pours down as maidens weep of heavens joy. with sands falling away like time somethings has to come to fill the void I pray a better place a better day & hope I never led astray 4 he was a beautiful creation as strong as an ox he new his limitations and still emptied the box he was a great person, friend some one who had so much to give before this the way we end I pray for his seed creator the pain of his mother I swear she needs to scream please! stop the world it's a mistake she shouldn't have so much pain She shouldn't get all this... God bless her, 4 she'ds been wronged Lord, guide her thru the coming days. let her steps be of safety thru these domains NOW IT CHANGES! ten years, ten years and anger still has a face to vent when the Mustang came to a stop the sad rain pours down that day & he was gone I pray a better place a better day far from here without the pain I believe he found, found some grace a better way a better home with greater love But the time doesn't feel right when there was 2 leaving only 1 ten years, ten ******* years & hits in sickful steps Dear lord, bless the mother Being first of He was strong bigger than life at times He was weird ******* with our minds He was mean so he could laugh He was a connection of family curse & famine followed in rolling years since then THE TREE STOOD THROUGH HURRICANE WINDS & THE LEAVES GOT SCATTERED Ten years and now this the storm has landed taking him early again ten years and with ill fate it happens again THE YOUNGEST OF THREE BOYS on his 21st of days he was there but now sad rain pours down [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 48 [informant] => rhei76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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