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Tried to unfurl my poetic wings this morning but couldn’t think of nothing other than seeing my doctor this afternoon. He’s so serious lips curling down like he has found something in my innards too disgusting for words. To day he wants me to walk on a thread-mill to see how fit I’m Oscar Wilde did that and wrote a ballad about it, I’m modest fearing only a flashing light so bright that lives streets will have neither illusion nor shadows. A petrified blaze so intense that roses will be transparent yet unseen a contour less world where oil wells will gush covering seas with a carpet of shining rainbow slush…can’t tell the doctor that he’ll only give me a pill for it. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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