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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A Piece Of Stone
[time] => 2004-12-02 21:15:07
[hometext] => I was passing the cemetery and noticed a statue honering veterns.
[bodytext] => A Piece Of Stone I used to be the center piece I've stood here since 1863 Below me is a lies a veteran A veteran who fought the war of Lincoln I have stood the ages prettry well Now weathered and cracked,but have a story to tell The spirit of the captain resides with me Together we watch and see O' yes spirits have sight And the captain I'm his might We have seen scrondols We have watched them come and go Boiterous and loud Leaders of no crowd If I may Just the other day Actually it was after midnight When this rabble came into sight My spirit and I You might say we spy This punk was pushing over grave stones Thinking he was brave here all alone We were watching as he paused The rabble without a cause Tipping markers and breaking some The lonesome bum There he is coming this way At my base I hope he chooses not to stay Under the cover of a partical moon A starless night the stupid goon He's now shaking at my base The capatians spirit will not be discraced A pistol in my left hand made of cement A sword in my right as I relent This hood will surly pay Capatain spirit what yo'all say My left hand breaks at my wrist Falling with a thud That punky thug He laughts Doesn't know capatain was killed by a cannon blast He's leaning shaking with all his might This surly will be his last night The sword broke off from my right hand Fell cross the neck of this hooligan His body now laying there in a pool of blood His head rolled over there in the bloody mud Morning will surly come Cemetery workers will again wonder what happen Now this doesn't happen all that often Dare say capatian left a wife and two orphans Watch out those who do nasty deeds Never know who is watching or who might see Sinned [comments] => 2 [counter] => 271 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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