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[title] => Nothing But Time
[time] => 2005-03-27 18:44:38
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[bodytext] => Between the e-mails and the telephone calls, the closed door and the closing walls, the hushed words that always fall on Sunday morning mass. Captured in a seconds glance, seconds pass without the chance to make an impression or have a stance to seperate itself into immortal class. Waste of time is waste of mind, present company excluded, fine, let the sand tick away the time, I will grasp the day by the sword. Bursting air with pleasant sunshine has a feeling of spring divine, even though feeling like this should be a crime, I still find myself eternally bored. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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