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[aid] => mick
[title] => to (on a friday night)
[time] => 2011-03-17 16:51:15
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[bodytext] => To finish work, then join my friends and converse. Fun. Wish time won't end. The world, just there, within my grasp, a temporary clasp. To sit with friends, alone in pub. I've drunk too much without much grub. I lose the power of simple speech, so, inwardly I reach. To Search in vain for words to say that make a difference every day. To be something, an entity, but I'm the same old me. To stare at a bottle of beer, the foil. Toward my fingers steer. I scrape it off to satisfy, the glue frustrates. Time passes by... To find a bus stop timetable and find that I'm so unable to read the last bus, it just went. My money almost spent. To be a hamster on a wheel, pay day comes with such appeal. Then, hours later I'm alone, drunk. My ship sailed gallantly, then sunk. To wish I could find other ways to spend my money and my days, but I would miss company of friends. Loneliness. A means to an end [comments] => 1 [counter] => 127 [topic] => 21 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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