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[aid] => mick
[title] => Wyrm
[time] => 2005-05-01 05:06:53
[hometext] => I have never been a fan of tequila ... the song maybe ... but not the drink
[bodytext] => ~
As I recall ~
It was
insignificant ... really
Barely an inch ...
inch and a half long at best
Lying there
at the bottom of the bottle
And I remember ~
Staring at it
between pours
as it rolled and swayed
The liquid's movement
appeared to
restore it to life
I laughed ~
at the illusion
that it moved
Even after the contents
of the bottle had settled
Knowing the impossibilities
Marveling at the manifestations
of intoxication
~
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[informant] => Nazmythian
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[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 15
[ratings] => 3
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => MiscPoems
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