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[aid] => mick
[title] => Thank You, Pope John !
[time] => 2002-07-30 06:39:54
[hometext] => This is in a similiar vain to 'Forest Walk' an attempt to handle in a sensitive and slightly humourous way the serious topic of teenage pregnancy.Enjoy!
[bodytext] => Hello red sun said the owl of the sky,
And the moon crawled out of its’ hiding place; Beneath the remains of a willow-patterned sky Tomorrow is clenched in his fist. Small metal band of age old convention, The days plastic world explodes in his face Aesthetic dreams of silhouettes ciphers And today has ceased to exist Etching itself on the backbone of heaven, The burning ghost of original sin. Confetti procession to satisfy morals. And yesterday died in the night. The stilted canyons conceal their secret, And will not flood the floor of the valley The neighbour is counting the months on her fingers And the virgin no longer wears white ! ©Rosewing [comments] => 2 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 33 [informant] => Rosewing [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SecretLove )
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