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[aid] => mick
[title] => Why The City Didnt Sleep
[time] => 2006-06-10 04:00:05
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[bodytext] => Is it 5 am already? The usually raucous and brutish crows sired by the dark sordidity of the tempestuous urban landscapes make hesistant gutteral sounds their rasping and cawing is inconsequential and drowned out by a cacophony of insomniac sighs that emanate from within the confines of the ubiquitous buildings standing together in claustrophobia yet solitary, forlorn yet with resilient dignity Is it 5 am yet ? The morning sky huskily breathes in air from the eaves of night time not icy cold in rejuvantion yet possessing mild dew drops of renewal. It must be 5 am already for the comforting and engulfing tapestries of midnight have drawn their curtains of drunken revelry and regurgitated us out unto the streets acid on asphalt and we trundle home in unidentifiable fervour that smothers the hours in leading to 5 am. Indeed it must be 5 am already , for the birds approach gingerly picking at the remnants of midnight that litter the nonchalant streets its acridity causing the subdued cawing to swell and escalate into a symphony of harsh boisterousness And then the sighs that elude the buildings cease,receiving affirmation to leave their uncomfortable beds. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CARAAAAA [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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