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[aid] => mick
[title] => Nuremberg
[time] => 2011-06-18 00:59:37
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[bodytext] => In a crowd something is said all agree, a nod of heads sparks within you otherwise others feasting on the lies but you have to get a grip you nod along and bite your lip and so another compromise fitting in. It's no surprise for thoughts are sometimes better kept away from lips 'til you forget their numbers mean that they are right and what you think is only slight piping up!, they'd laugh you down embarrassed, nervous, while they frown and tut and gang up with their words chanting that you are absurd so at the end you join applause standing, smiling, whilst the roar of others welcomes despot rule A crowd's a prison for a fool. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 46 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => didactic )
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