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[aid] => mick
[title] => Upon The Spout
[time] => 2004-08-03 11:58:33
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[bodytext] => “A caffeine hit” I heard myself speak out on this one night, “is what I need if I’m to do that which I wished I might.” And so with kettle in my hand I took three steps towards the sink, my other hand reached for the tap to make myself a drink. ‘Tis then my eyes turned to the spout: a bug upon it sat! 'Twas not one of my knowledge, this little brown winged gnat. But there it was, but not for long, for without the merest glug, into the waiting kettle dived this suicidal bug. G.B.A. 26 February 2002 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 482 [topic] => 21 [informant] => MomentInTime [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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