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[aid] => mick
[title] => Once The Whistle Blows
[time] => 2005-03-25 04:33:22
[hometext] => ...The male ego, a complex - yet splendid thing...
[bodytext] => All these men. I see their faces, in these crowded streets. As if fallen birds - their hearts like broken bone, disfigured and mis-shapen. Egos are like feathers conscealing the transparent flesh, which hides the confusion within. Away from the rouphnecks, jobs keep them civilized. Once the whistle blows, Find them clocking out. from under their bosses' or fathers' thumbs. They watch the liquor poured, throwing caution to the wind. Their debts and duties--- as if the foaming head of a lager, --- to be blown off, 'till morning comes. ---Jan 02, 2000 Amber Pasquali©All rights Reserved [comments] => 2 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 43 [informant] => culinarynovice [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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