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[aid] => mick
[title] => Poised
[time] => 2004-05-17 18:25:59
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[bodytext] => Which is it? Yes or no? Stop or Go. Forward Back, Back to Front, Inside out or right way round? Tune to get a clearer sound And throw the box across the room. A thousand pieces speaks the language of the mood, Confused. Befuddled, muddled in the aftermath of being shattered Contents drooling over the floor, seeping into the boards Soaking the sound of unattainable words, silence prevails once more. And allows the squeak of a swinging door to be exposed. Which is it to be? Entering or Leaving? Not swinging. Not swinging. Not swinging. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jade_elephant [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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