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[title] => Green lantern Corp
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[bodytext] => Large windowed shops streets filled with paint and chaulk buildings climb with fire escape vines we sally forth to hurry back the metallic clang of the factories grind so many dreams into dust everyday i walk home under the bypass its overgrown no country here just the magnificent roar of the gears walking in basements and up on roofs infinite levels of passionate pursuit for me a door always open a cigarette always smoking another cause keep things new lets pay up it's time to go around that corner a man might know hot to change it all or at least my own A bonsai tree next to my dusty window looks out on the city and joins its perfection I play material like a game and speed through the required intersections i throw eggs on stuff knock over things and talk about hate it's a moral decision hard to relate Every morning when i surrender to the path i walk along the streets my legs cut from grass and i speak like a profit of the night 'there's people there in street lights' it may not be right to put out this desire and fire these winding alleys put the thrill in free will come together and accomplish in the night so still we had a choice and made the metropolis work for us now a rejoicing plain shirt in a common crowd that human dust shines in the streets infinite energy and a challenge to meet and we may not have something new to say but alway but always our own way [comments] => 0 [counter] => 115 [topic] => 74 [informant] => scooterhyme [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => surreal )
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