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[sid] => 6652
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Insomniac
[time] => 2002-11-14 05:00:00
[hometext] => This poem is the result of the angst genetated by disgust and stress
[bodytext] => When the night draws its
curtains, and the noice dies down in my city's gutters, I'm the only man left in the compartment writhing in sleeplessness. Not even the usual intake of Valium promises me the much sought after relief. I rise with the prayer of the Mulla, the blare of the loud speakers, and the incessant patter of the municipal taps which flow like the ***** of the early riser. The day breaks with a heavy thud, and I carry my private hell into its clamour as a continual ritual of purgatorial cleansing. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 44 [informant] => karanam [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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