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[aid] => mick
[title] => Back Door America
[time] => 2004-07-07 18:23:45
[hometext] => History is not much more than a series of ethnic tragedies
[bodytext] => I am a back door American Meaning I smuggled my way in Under the dark curtain of night On the wings of the waves of tears I washed a strange shore ocean With my dirty bare bleeding begging hands And began to pray In a tongue I was not accustomed to And adorned in a costume that held foreign perfume The ground under my toes felt like anguished tension Years before Bleeding that would rival the Tigris And I wondered looking toward Papa Sun Just what had gone on before I was Pushed through the back door The earth said that someone else Had just as ambitiously been Swept into a trash bag And scattered into reserve jars Of red feathered tears. Trailing along the tattered back door. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 8 [informant] => frohemiasweetie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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