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[title] => THE FOUNTAIN OF GLADYS
[time] => 2009-09-16 17:36:54
[hometext] => This is a little odd, but it means something to me. I guess you guys will have to dig a little deep and make of it what you will. PLEASE REMEMBER TO COMMENT AND RATE.
[bodytext] => So teach me which side you want, And don’t be afraid of the serpent Come take my open hand as the shadows fall across the land It’s a consequence from nowhere That there’s a dancing singing atmosphere Fighting, laughing, lightning. I think it’s a case of mis-understanding. Happiness is comfort and comfort is due. Madrigal charms remind me of you, With or without shoe in Dido thongs Let’s sing some old time songs Watch the sands of time slip by Buddy can you spare a lie. Maybe you have deeper fears? Even the slugs must have ears. While a manic diversion screams afar And our keeper dissolves the stars All Gods and men can sleep With the secrets that they keep. I like to fly by monorail, I love it when you wear a veil, I treat my people like the bottles I drain, The unsound ramblings of a biro brain. I remember you, The cigarette he knows you too. Don’t kick me down beside you. Let’s spend the day your way, I never, never can keep away. I will not turn my back on this, To watch the old men as they kiss So please don’t turn your back on me, The Buzzards dancing wings are free. There’s so much more beyond these walls, Come and squeeze me by the balls. I think I should be a moth But I’m happy here to be a sloth. I’m finding it harder to walk on the water, Let’s have a laugh at people shorter Who shrink through the heat and the steam? This could be my last dream. I just love the thrill, Can I still touch you when I’m ill? I can make it hard for you, Sometimes it’s all I can do. But now I feel less downtrodden. Every summer changes but most of them are rotten, Whenever you are near Don’t go, don’t go, and don’t go dear! The thunderheads were gathering over yonder hill As we ran for our lives, we’re running still. The sky won’t bleed if we hold it tight, Everything’s great in the still of the night The clouds have cast a shadow Let’s leave it till tomorrow. I could do with bearing in mind the missus, I’d really like some hugs and kisses. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 73 [informant] => AnthonyGoodwinJnr [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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