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[aid] => mick
[title] => NEVER COMING BACK
[time] => 2009-09-22 18:03:56
[hometext] => A strange thing!!....rather like me......I'll get back to the proper stuff soon, promise.
[bodytext] => The burden of youth is what leads to the garden gate, The people said OK and as did they, we hate. But they said it didn’t matter and that we were right, There was no-one through the window So it didn’t matter in the night. When small people gathered in a swell of womb All were perfect products and propinquity came soon. Philosophy became a thing and a thing grew big So big that it produced small things That grew like little pigs. RUMINATING, BADGER BAITING TO THE END OF THE RAILROAD TRACK CELEBRATING, CONTEMPLATING NEVER COMING BACK Happy in my isolation A world lost in translation People come and people go, whichever is their whim Even they’re not satisfied So they leave us on a limb. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 64 [informant] => anthonygoodwinjnr [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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