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[sid] => 183674
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Thorazine And Revolving Doors
[time] => 2016-10-20 16:37:05
[hometext] => just something funny I thought of while browsing the employment section.
[bodytext] => With all my marbles in tact and in the bag I walk into the Health Center ... Mental Health Center I should have specified. I am accused of losing them. They were there when I got caught in the revolving door. So was that cumbersome back pack. NO GROCERY CARTS the sign said, so I left it outside. I was there to apply for employment I wanted the job of Professional Navigator. Helping people navigate their way in and around social services. There are many obstacles to overcome. The Thorazine makes me sleepy I can`t pick up my feet to take off these fuzzy slippers. I am not losing my marbles. They`re in a net bag down inside the backpack. The shooter is bigger than the rest. Such a pretty blue when you tilt your head and hold it up to the sun. I wish I could get the backpack out of the revolving door. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 84 [topic] => 7 [informant] => ever1der [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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