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[sid] => 157346
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Urban Factory
[time] => 2010-02-07 13:59:08
[hometext] => Not my best, but it's been slow.
[bodytext] => - Running along They trip, fall Around town and under things. Stumble all along As if they had nowhere to go. Wandering sets Commonplace, No longer seeing or knowing Where they were As if they were mistaken. Walking along They trip, fall And Rolling behind closed doors Stop to think. As if they knew something else. Hearing nothing, Uneasily -- patiently Resume their daily tasks. They wait. As if they could be told. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 75 [informant] => Mars [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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