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[sid] => 183490
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Cotton Candy
[time] => 2016-08-30 06:23:43
[hometext] => Words are never absolutes
[bodytext] => “Have a cup of murder, Mister? Best in these here parts!” Laughing, several people took to him, “George, you know our murder/'/s won first place every year since 1910!” Another, “Really George, it/'/s true, your murder ain/'/t half bad, but only a foreigner wouldn/'/t know you must be mad!” Chuckling, cups of murder swilled in every hand, from George and I they strolled, in mirth, in this insane land. My mind snapped upon a twig of reason no more firm; children/'/s laughter tween gulps of murder drowned elders murdered sips. I grabbed a stick and crowned George upon his head, smile gone to fear, I beat him until dead. “You like murder? How is mine?! You/'/re all crazy here, you, you….” “Seize that man!”, and seized I was, when above the tumult, “Oh, no! Geooorge!” a tortured woman/'/s scream ripped and rang. “Mister, we don/'/t cotton here to candy, in 5 minutes you/'/ll be hanged”. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 455 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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