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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Oh Well
[time] => 2004-05-13 15:46:08
[hometext] => i didn't sign on for this thing, oh well...
[bodytext] => and the moment comes... there's no room for another one while tried, i've lied; i don't sit well in the pressure so forget this line... i'll do better any other time but for now, i'm out; just call me when i get back and well i know you'll see what i mean set back the thought is far from complete soft spoken in a gesture set back in the stars, not so very far it's much harder to paint it. one day you know you'll see so clearly but back this thought is far from complete still shaping to a texture but back in the dark, not so very far it's just harder to say it. and each time i come to terms another point i haven't learned holds me back without a word forgetting everything conjured while i'm not so far set back it's enough so don't even ask and take a step... back... i'm not with much time, so forget every line just take me full blind, and do good to be kind i'll carry the weight, it should have been great i'll take this mistake, even in a heartbreak... now where does it end, you saw me come by in a closing notice i'll take down my tries i'll lay over a while and take it in style skipping the closer just for a little while i was hoping to retrospect on better things in the disdain it's plain there's no more to see the future holds no less of this stupid game so skip out, and take it in another day... there's work to work down and forget feeling i am certain now there's plenty more appealing the nerve of most men isn't the same thing forget it now, this has gone to long. so goes the show... tell me, didn't you know? feeling differentiated by the suppositions squared and you know... i didn't sign on for this thing oh well... well this moment's gone... counting sick-days up for fun in trial, i'd smile; tomorrow looks to be much better so forget this time... i'll do well on another line as for now, i'm out; just call me on the fall back and well you know i'll see what you mean though the intentions are hard to see soft spoken in sequester reach up in the stars, not so very far it's harder to explain it. one day i know i'll see so clearly though i know i so carelessly read the spring fall semester it sets up a spark, not so very far it's just harder to see it. and each time you come to terms another point is to be learned holding down without any words forgetting everything conjured now it's not quite the setback it's enough so i won't ask and take one step... back... it's harder to find, especially this time the boundaries in line, they're all in my mind as i carry and wait, i hope beyond the mistake breaking down for a break, and feeling so late... how should it begin, i saw you walk by in the opening season all i can deem is a lie but dust settles while i've sat on the pile there goes the prelude more for a little while i was hoping to reconstruct a better thing in the refrain it's vein to commit so saliently the future no less could convey another game so drop out, and take it in another day... there's work to work down and forget breathing i am certain now there's no room to be seething the nerve of most men isn't the same thing forget it now, it's another stupid song. so goes the show... tell me, didn't you know? feeling differentiated by the suppositions paired and you know... i didn't sign on for this thing oh well... well [sorry if it was slightly long and repetitive, but it was on my mind...] [comments] => 3 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 21 [informant] => remy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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