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[title] => The Masquerade
[time] => 2006-03-06 17:24:35
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[bodytext] => Vestiges of the sleepless wonder oh why is it me? hither or thither in mixed company. Blank pages in the notebook some with lines, some without my mind is muddled and filled with doubt. We're sitting down to dinner and eating off broken plates I'm staring at the faces of the fakes. We gather in the ballroom after, there's going to be an announcement A spectacle from the bespectacled man Oh, dear he's going to lay out his plan and what do I gather he's holding the notebook with and without lines In this moment I am stricken I am not alone And as I look to him he's wearing the vistiges of the sleepless wonder. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 43 [informant] => twick [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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