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[sid] => 183668
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Too Many Times
[time] => 2016-10-17 10:08:56
[hometext] => repetition ... doing the same old things expecting the end will change
[bodytext] => They say that it`s insanity... I think it`s all been penned. Repeating the same old thing a change around the bend. The change just never happens new birds never sing. In spite of the birds` silence we do the same old thing. We`re the ones over the hill we`ve slid and now we`re down. Turned around, we`re facing it, the dirt, the same old brown. We climb that same old hill again Insanity impending. Up and down, we`re teetering the climb is never ending. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 109 [topic] => 43 [informant] => ever1der [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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