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Array ( [sid] => 56669 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Summer Dampness [time] => 2004-07-18 18:28:24 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Painting images of the world in my head. what it should be like, and how everyone should get along. bombs
crashing in the middle of nowhere. lets test this missle on all the little kids, playing outside of thier so-called
homes. these greedy people, sacrificing everything just to live like the moviestars. kill my family so i can get
all the money i need. this song is to sad, this is the end of the somber bitterness of the world.

Hold hands, in times trouble. comfort those around you. hug your loved ones, and tell them that you love them.
pick them up when they feel down. all this world needs is love,love like you and me share.

lets walk down to the park on this summer day. bring the bat and the ball, dampness of the grass is making my feet
cold. the kids playin in the playground, oh what a dream. i remember when i was a kid, just 7 long years ago. in your warm embrace
i felt protected from everything. lets sit on the picnic tables, open up a glass of wine. but lets not get caught. underage and
i feel like im ready to be able to make my own decisions. cant wait to grow up and lay with you everynight, light this burning fire
lay on the rug. put my cd on, and hold me so close to you. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 48 [informant] => frmpoison2static [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Summer Dampness

Contributed by frmpoison2static on Sunday, 18th July 2004 @ 06:28:24 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



Painting images of the world in my head. what it should be like, and how everyone should get along. bombs
crashing in the middle of nowhere. lets test this missle on all the little kids, playing outside of thier so-called
homes. these greedy people, sacrificing everything just to live like the moviestars. kill my family so i can get
all the money i need. this song is to sad, this is the end of the somber bitterness of the world.

Hold hands, in times trouble. comfort those around you. hug your loved ones, and tell them that you love them.
pick them up when they feel down. all this world needs is love,love like you and me share.

lets walk down to the park on this summer day. bring the bat and the ball, dampness of the grass is making my feet
cold. the kids playin in the playground, oh what a dream. i remember when i was a kid, just 7 long years ago. in your warm embrace
i felt protected from everything. lets sit on the picnic tables, open up a glass of wine. but lets not get caught. underage and
i feel like im ready to be able to make my own decisions. cant wait to grow up and lay with you everynight, light this burning fire
lay on the rug. put my cd on, and hold me so close to you.




Copyright © frmpoison2static ... [ 2004-07-18 18:28:24]
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Re: Summer Dampness (User Rating: 1 )
by flamingblade on Friday, 3rd March 2006 @ 12:13:06 PM AEST
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this is well written,although the meaning is unclear to me
well its good anyway




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