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[title] => Temperance
[time] => 2005-09-26 18:40:12
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[bodytext] => Each time the shovel strikes A memory stabs my mind with spikes Of a past love which was so great In the end it had a horrible fate For I had much temperance Yet she had drank too much Temper took and overpowered Her jaw moved in a way such That my wretched fingers made a move on their own They reached for the throat with a moan She struggled, fought, and gasped for air In the end she fell in despair I finally realized what I had done My temperance turned to an ill temper I thought that I should run But could not leave her, for she was my love If only she hadn’t drank so The argument wouldn’t have been so low As to make my mind forget The love we shared and kept For now I lay her in the ground I aim the gun to my eye Then will come the sound as I take this round Alas I will float so high, as to meet her in the sky -Channing- [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Channing [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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