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[aid] => mick
[title] => Liquor and Love
[time] => 2007-01-22 20:55:32
[hometext] => F.W.
[bodytext] => There are woman with bags Kids call them two dollar hags; they walk up and down the boulevard They’ve got sores hidden underneath, missing their teeth And they’re held in low regard The people who pass They just bother to laugh about a word like “unlucky” as if it’s some concept But the winds in a heart They are bursting to start, I’d accept in that beauty It’s something I need to see And so the dumpsters moan as the night falls down We drink twenty four carrot drinks just for a try With one gesture assured you can save your words Because your heart is reading goodbye, But I am still missing the lie, There’s a man on the phone getting loaded alone No one bothers to listen, Aside from the number zero victim, She says she’ll dial him through but he’s talking to you, He just wants an ear on the other end of the receiver And there’s a number missing on his address, Right on the side of the door It’s metallic print but the seven is bent, and now no one stops by, Just to view, Or give him a sigh See, you can read a horoscope It’s wrote blindly to cope, You can pray to a being you respect and adore But me I want more, Then a paper under my door, or some figure I cannot see, I need something visible to replace the lack of faith in me But if you answer your little phone I’d rather be alone, then to hear what I think you’re going to say Well, we always knew it’d be ending this way And the water under the bridge, it’s indecisive I’ve never felt so very unsure To look in Southern Comfort for words or communion cups for cures It’s never adding up, But if you give me some faith, if you work us into some time Their might be something blue, All the fools on the street, the shadows left untouched can meet We’d dance around the truth We would turn a sad poem into a happy day, Take the ink from our pens away, try as we try we may find a day To kiss this all away The hags and the shut in cry, my marbles are running dry, But we could find the reason why Will you stick this out? We can find the reason why Stop clutching the past, we can find the reasons why, Why, why, Oh liquor, oh love, oh God Why? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 32 [informant] => franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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