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[aid] => Mick
[title] => The Whimsical Grounds
[time] => 2003-04-29 00:05:00
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[bodytext] => I was peering through into the sordid revellry one night
filled with yawning wanderlust at the plume of sultry yet slovenly smoke diffusing , mingling of nefarious love un navigated as dust drones in the background The pinstriped tent red and white a coveted apparition like a pole vault hurtling through the bruised night sky burnished under a canopy of assuring stars elsuive an estranged from the squinting morning Its way past bedtime for the gawking child toting pink as pyjamas candy floss hair speckless clean and touseled feet unclouted by the wind Oh do you know it was translucent i could barely decipher the already dappled figures caterpaulted through the hues of warmth then drifting sailing unassailed through the air musky and mottled Flying clowns with drowsy propellers fixed to their scalloped head gear The tent is impenetrable oh watch it there dont toss and turn in bed too vigorously lest...... I joined them somehow I was the debunte on the tarpaulin swinging through the airin exhilaration EXEUNT I told you not to rub your groggy eyes And I was glimpsing through the tent glimpsing through a dream feckless but now affronted by my wake [comments] => 1 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CARAAAAA [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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