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[aid] => mick
[title] => Graveyard of my mind
[time] => 2009-06-21 20:22:28
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[bodytext] => Human skulls A swing set made of bones Hearing banshee’s call As I sit here in a graveyard alone In my mind That’s what I see I guess I spend too much time Reading scary books to be…sane Reanimated corpses The undertakers’ laboratories Calling for lightning to strike This is what my imagination is like Full of human skulls, my own swing sets of bone Banshees crying their call Reanimated corpses, crazy undertakers This is what happens when my imagination roams When I’m alone Wondering in the graveyard of my mind But that’s where I like to spend my time [comments] => 2 [counter] => 232 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Voice of the Silent [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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