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[aid] => mick
[title] => How Lame- Part 1
[time] => 2004-10-25 18:26:32
[hometext] => And- Oh, what a shame it ends this lame!
[bodytext] => It halts you in its red fury. Stops you with a screech. The power that may bill or fine The talent hidden- I dare not deny. As it stands proudly in the corner of one’s eye Knowing its jurisdiction- affects all in time. From the ducks to the children -who dance across its way. Their tender lives are protected- by its solemn, passion’s gaze. The purpose in which it was built to maintain- though one thing does cause its faze. It trickles down as crystal pain To it- it may not cease its fangs Its most vicious vice The torrid and horrid falling angst For this gallant figure- that saves the day Subsides only in endless fray And-Oh, what a shame it ends this lame! That a stop sign’s glory fails in rustic fame. ©Timothy Parris [comments] => 1 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 38 [informant] => Versifier [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
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