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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => It’s Hoth Cold Out, Johnny! Your Taun Taun Will Freeze.
[time] => 2004-12-25 20:05:21
[hometext] => ...a poem that turned into a song
[bodytext] => V1 Stained glass windows break my fall Here I am now catch me 1-2-3… Sweet sedatives scorch my sleep While defecating scabs are worn with pride Chorus Rectified gauze raises the applause from the mangled crowd V2 Broken fingernails are blind Swollen, hollow lips are all worn out Thread-barren quotients sing of death Giardiasis is welcomed here V3 In the naked dawn I am The pawn on this chessboard of land mines And my fury yells while I Hear the bells and all amnesia will ensue [comments] => 0 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 43 [informant] => savingmarion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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