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[sid] => 53091
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[aid] => mick
[title] => As i sit and eat
[time] => 2004-06-21 22:30:20
[hometext] => PLEASE COMMENT, this is one of my thought provoking ones
[bodytext] => I watch the street as I sit here and eat a man walks by in a rush with a case and mumbles to himself about times and dates his suit is tailored to fit his body not to strong but not to slim he must run when he wakes each day I wonder what his wife does when he get home from his jog when he gets home and showers is his OJ sitting on the table and are his children each getting dressed will their day at school be fine just like the day before and the day before that Or is one one of those many men who have a high metabolism, he never runs but drinks to much coffee did his wife leave him last year and his job is his only refuge his clothes are all from years ago and they were to big back then maybe his kids go to school and get in fights or they do drugs to fit in Who knows about the man the wakes by me as I sit here and eat watching the street A woman walks by and she has on a great dress, classy but sexy, low cut in the neck and short in the leg obviously more then I pay for mine is this woman on her way to work her boss pays well with sex and diamonds her boss tells her she is so sexy and his wife means nothing does her bring her to cali so they can be away and have long weekends filled with champagne and hot days Or is she going to home after a long night of drinking, she has a cat and no man to go home to she is very lonely and willing to do anything even spend all her money on a dress and lots of drinks did she try to pick up a guy last night and he screwed her and left her, even before she woke up is this morning going to be the one, the goes to bed and never wakes up This is what I see as I sit on the street and eat a million more people go by and I don’t know any of their stories, it could be anything from sorrow to suicide or is could just be anther work day, in the middle of the week, that each one of us humans live through and do nothing but sit and eat welcome to normal, each day is the same but maybe tomorrow will be different and you could sit with me, while I come up with stories for other peoples lives that could be real life or not, but ill make them more fun then mine [comments] => 3 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 44 [informant] => Lessa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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