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[aid] => mick
[title] => Somewhere To Run
[time] => 2004-04-30 00:42:28
[hometext] => Group Writes are started in the forums, and once finished added here. Please feel free to join in, or contact the moderators for more information. (The poem is set out with the contributing author's name above their contribution to this group write.)
[bodytext] => A poetic dialogue, written by The Schroedmeister and Neptunes First So you want to see strife? Just take a stroll down An Atlanta street on a cold Day, Careful not to trip On a bunch of rags thay You'll see's a man I never said I wanted to I walk there everyday I'm careful where I step, down there From him, I step away Close your eyes and listen To the cold rain, Bundled in your jacket You might never feel the racket I may never feel his pain I hope I never hear it fall For now, I'll just drown out his plight With a whistle in the squall Look in to the window of a Stephens Street abode, Gaze into the saddened eyes Of a pain you'll never know Perhaps its just too glazed with frost Or perhaps its me who's glazed Frosted, deadened to the cost of compassion's warming gaze 60 scratch off tickets that Only yield two bucks, ANd no one there to stop Him, to say he's out of luck.... I'd buy him luck with pennies would they fall into his hat But would I find my penance, thus In giving, eyes wide shut . . ? * * * Between closed blinds Between my thoughts I bow my head, Which he has fraught I breathe my sigh, I leave my change I lose my mind, I'm feeling strange And like the man I Unlike the man, Choose to remind I'll Leave it behind, Myself of what I’ll Choose to forget Leave behind when I Selflessly regret Leave this home, And retreat to find, This street, My road, where This town, I can walk there - And return to my Home. Return me home to Lucky life abound, My life I've known I myself am poor, I am not sure I know, I think I know, But unlike him, I'm not like him, because . . . I’ve somewhere to go. I've somewhere to run. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 362 [topic] => 45 [informant] => YPDC_Group_Writes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => group )
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