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[aid] => mick
[title] => I was born on the day that the music died
[time] => 2012-01-26 01:26:19
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[bodytext] => I was born on the day that the music died. The excerpt in the times said it was a human crime. A steady beat was lost in such simple minds. The ghost of you was lost in time. Seas of people lined the streets and cried. Talk show hosts held a minute and sighed. Dedicated to all the things that went wrong, the day the music died. The pinup girls were replaced by cars. Radio stars went and got drunk in bars. My birth was obscured by the obituaries, as the weather man stayed home that day. Promising no hope for those who gave it all away. I still remember where the 8 track laid. Crushed by vocals made of clay. Scratched records hung at half mass. Morning all things that passed. When the music died. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 227 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lostrelic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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