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[aid] => mick
[title] => Still Life
[time] => 2004-05-13 13:05:13
[hometext] => a trio on what will be
[bodytext] => Still Life Somewhere in a country, people stand and stare Somewhere in a country, trees are so bare Somewhere in a country, the sky is so grey Somewhere in a country, night is also day Somewhere in a country, birds do not fly Somewhere in a country, no wheat or no rye Somewhere in a country, there is no sound Somewhere in a country, no power to be found Somewhere in a country, high on a hill Is a madcap doctor, practising germwarfare Life is so still *********************************************** Weirdo Factor Weirdo factor in the street Created by, supernatural heat Plants are growing, ten feet tall Machines taking over, one and all The earth is moving, changing shape The sky is drawn, like a drape Rivers are dry, they hold no water Ground's near boiling, getting hotter and hotter People have given up, there's no use defending They know they are beaten, their world is ending *********************************************** Beach It's the year of damnation Destroying centuries, of civilisation Ruing the earth, wasting the land Everythings turned, to a dusty sand Nothing is safe, from this dark evil All is barren, life is infertile Void of colour, totally bland Everythings turned, to a dusty sand Water has dried up, lakes no more Earth has exploded, from a central core Not one sign, of earth or land Everythings turned, to a dusty sand [comments] => 2 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 13 [informant] => parkman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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