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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Puppet and Its Master
[time] => 2006-10-02 13:54:58
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[bodytext] => Here I am, wooden carved, made for your perfection. Silver strings, bonds that will never break, and always, awaiting your command. Without you there, I don’t know what to do. I’ve dreamt of being free, but I soon realized, I need you more, than you need me. I can not cut my own strings, unless you command me to, but I fear for that, because I’ve never been unstrung. So I’ll be laying on the ground, waiting for you to decide, if today will be the day I smile, or the day I will cry. * * * Here I am, a lonely “Puppet Master” carved, from God’s collection. No wedding rings, or bonds ever partake, and always, awaiting something grand planned. Without my puppet here, I wouldn’t know what to do. I’ve dream of you talking to me, but I soon realized, what I needed you for, you set me free. I may never have any rings, but I’ll always have you, so I’ll have no fear that, I’ll always remain un-rung. So I’ll remain with a single bound, and to that I shall ever be tied, to giving you a smile, whenever you’re about to cry. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 247 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lord_sogi [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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