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[aid] => mick
[title] => Gates
[time] => 2005-04-01 08:55:01
[hometext] => Money is spent selfishly now a days, isn't it?
[bodytext] => Gates figuratively speaking guard the mind priced high useless things, but to real problems are blind Caring for the homeless they show no sign Greed, evil, self-consciousness , and wealth is our stable rope that binds Gates that open and close to certain ones but the ones that matter are the heavenly ones Millions and billions of dollars by the tons And we sponsor ridiculous happenings like The New York Gates funds, and The Millenium Park funds, or equipping soldiers in Iraq with guns Instead of the ones that matter, which are the hungry ones Gates built around the heart So no one can enter and of love, we'll have no part We go shopping to a particularly special mart where we purchase items We test the taste of souls to see if they're ripe, we bounce and throw lungs to see if they're right At the last sign of hearts, we struggle and fight and for a brain, we squeeze for the right signs, with all our might Gates Our bodies know no feelings Walk down the street You'll see compassion in an abandoned building You'll see sadness and grief in the cemetery just hanging Happiness and excitement engage in violence Self-esteem dwells in alleyways, and love and grace have become extinct "Black is the new yellow" because bright colors like yellow aren't acceptable [comments] => 0 [counter] => 515 [topic] => 4 [informant] => Rogue [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => news )
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