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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Mouse
[time] => 2004-05-01 11:08:54
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[bodytext] => A mouse not a rat. Took his bag and walked Past all the traps. His urges were great but He was stoned. So he saved all the roaches And kept them in his hat. He made it to the Front door, turned and said goodbye. A tear fell but he felt not a thing. Someone cried but he was stoned. hearing Nothing, he ventured outside. a bright light Filled his eyes as he stepped into the sun. He says aloud "no longer do I need to Hide." He felt his eyes open to find the Answers to the questions he had always Asked. He says "I am on my way to greater Things." Then out of the sun his eyes lock on to Eyes coming out of the bright light. he Says "how convienent," when the claws of a Tired hawk reached down and he says "answers, hell, at least i'm stoned..." Copyright ©2004 Eric/Feanics Pulido/Kye [comments] => 1 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 14 [informant] => Rhei76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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