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[sid] => 18089
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Winds
[time] => 2003-05-27 13:05:00
[hometext] => i like to have people usually figure out what i mean, but, the winds = fire and death mountains =cities, sand=rubble, notice if u look at sand it has no definite color, its a mixture of rocks. Its short. [bodytext] => The wind came to the town The wind blew everything down It destroyed the foundations of hands From mountains to sand And the harder the wind blows The more the destruction grows. The work of building in years Are brought down by unexpected fears If anything is left alone “everything” could be left in moan. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 8 [informant] => stateofgray [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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