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[aid] => mick
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[time] => 2005-12-05 03:16:11
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[bodytext] => It hit me as if I were a nail, I cannot flow, or bounce, but must crawl; as if I were a- ‘worm with a shell’. They say to me: “Whose words these are I think I know, good, but it was so long – back.” Plus, my voice scratches when I sing- it must show up that way on paper, too (enough to where they’d point it out). Do they want me to ballad it out, pick the weapon: pen and paper, synonyms- no ass-onance though. It seems so dreary now, we should just leave- paragraphs to fiction. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 25 [informant] => manasto [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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