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[aid] => mick
[title] => Snowflakes
[time] => 2004-02-06 21:11:37
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[bodytext] => This quiet plunder fills me below Knowing that I am not water, not stone That I am simply flesh and bone Time too soon will run over my beauty And poison my youth so wickedly. Life itself, is like playing cards with the universe All you need is the right hand But lady luck is stuck in traffic on the 405 In this modern day wasteland Where my voice struggles above thousands Shouting the profanities of a bitter tongue The words of a life misspent. To know that fortune leads eventual suffering In the thought of what is left behind Such great expectations tapped dry Those dreams left unaccounted for It is to know when you die That life is like snowfakes on your tongue Falling, falling, fallen Too quick to melt away. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Mouth [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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