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[aid] => Mick
[title] => water
[time] => 2002-12-17 03:00:00
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[bodytext] => Water.
Rain that falls on my roof is led by a pipe into and down my cistern, which now is full and I’m rich. Water is source of all life, gold doesn’t sustain life it’s merely a slave’s chain like a wedding ring In summers I have to refill my cistern before it gets empty tiny fishes live there and I can’t let ‘em die. Buy it from a farmer and is he rich! When I open the cisterns lid and if a fish happen to look up it thinks it has seen the face of God. This worries me, especially if they pray for me to protection them ‘cause I can’t stop them eating each other or fighting silly wars about whom has the right to swim where, all I can do is to top up with water and let them get on with life. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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