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[aid] => mick
[title] => Smell the roses
[time] => 2006-09-01 23:26:19
[hometext] => Some people, (especialy me) don't appreciate what they have. It seems only a poet can relate this poem, to that meaning....
[bodytext] => A flower blooms, needing the sun
It stretches its neck towards the one
Drinking the light
Loving yet loathing
When can I drink?
It proclaims, as comfort sets in
A cloud bursts rain
Delightful it exclaims
Is there more to life than this that remains?
As darkness falls it bemoans the sun
Who shies away when the dawn comes
As it sits under clouds it cries
Is there naught I can do
To receive my due?
Where fore art though oh Sun
But life delivers and answers
Were you not here when I’d done?
Would that you ever grew, such as you are
Now done
Into the mist of history now run
Though likely rejoiced by none!
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