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[aid] => Mick
[title] => -Oblivious-
[time] => 2003-06-03 14:05:00
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[bodytext] => The grinding stones screech, The sound echoes through my body Harmoniously im screaming Reaching the highest Sharpening stones the backing orchestra. Shockwaves extend from the epicentre, Im quaking Trembling, My life lies around me, Devastation left from the quake. Yet the choir continue their performance, The audience unaware. The end of the rendition is near, Waiting for the final curtain to drop. The conclusion of the song, But the end of the programme? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 250 [topic] => 43 [informant] => gem48 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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