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[aid] => mick
[title] => Round-a-bout
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[hometext] => it feels like a song
[bodytext] => It began with a sprout A knock and a tap With the wind at our backs With no time to wrap Ourselves with obsession Forgetting aggression Attending the session With the philosopher And he said Lives not for winners It’s all Rock paper scissors One beats the other It’s really not fair Till one day it rains And the scissors will rust And the paper will lay Until there’s a gust The rock wears away By the pressuring ocean And turns into sand While people apply lotion To burns These were his few Simple words Words that eventually turned Into a book to be learned It began with a sprout A knock and a tap With the wind at your back There’s no time to wrap Yourself with obsession Forget your aggression Attend a session With a philosopher [comments] => 1 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 64 [informant] => trini [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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