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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Take Me Home
[time] => 2003-05-05 04:35:00
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[bodytext] => The sun is beating down like a hammer
My skin is swollen and red My lips are as dry as the desert And it takes too much effort to breathe The beads of sweat are forming puddles where they meet Yes, I cursed the rain, and now I'm dying in the heat. The buzzards are circling up ahead The locusts are singing a lonely song The brittle, brown grass is begging for a breeze And this old dirt road goes on for days I'm not sure I can make it home before I'm beat Because I cursed the rain, and now I'm drowning in the heat. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lastwaltz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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