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Array ( [sid] => 166952 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Play [time] => 2011-08-08 21:10:33 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Please read your script
On the cloudy stage
and with that time
Would doggy ear the page

We're on
long gone
We're polygons
What ever side we're on

Equal in length
to the undeniable strength
Of the words of a fable
Or a triangle table

Where coffee can sit
Digging a pit
Of caffeine addiction
That with conviction

Is merely a folly
of the societal trolly
Taking lies from point A to point B
And do trust me, they have places to be

Lives to ruin
and sight to make new and
Lies don't drive a car
They only go as far

As they can walk
To where we flock
Ignore the ticking clock

It is merely a nuisance
Giving you sense
To want to rewind
Take back time and say
"Hey that's mine!"

It's not you're a kid just learning
That sharing is curing

So we do our best to make change
Quarters exchanges and nickles rearranged
Because we are all deranged

If we think we can make it, rather than fake
We can't even make matter, so we take it!

We're complicated cells
With the whistles and bells
With just one objective
And that is to live

So breath in, breath out,
Project, or shout
Act your part and make a scene
In the box office play
Called living. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 21 [informant] => CarrieLindeman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

The Play

Contributed by CarrieLindeman on Monday, 8th August 2011 @ 09:10:33 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Please read your script
On the cloudy stage
and with that time
Would doggy ear the page

We're on
long gone
We're polygons
What ever side we're on

Equal in length
to the undeniable strength
Of the words of a fable
Or a triangle table

Where coffee can sit
Digging a pit
Of caffeine addiction
That with conviction

Is merely a folly
of the societal trolly
Taking lies from point A to point B
And do trust me, they have places to be

Lives to ruin
and sight to make new and
Lies don't drive a car
They only go as far

As they can walk
To where we flock
Ignore the ticking clock

It is merely a nuisance
Giving you sense
To want to rewind
Take back time and say
"Hey that's mine!"

It's not you're a kid just learning
That sharing is curing

So we do our best to make change
Quarters exchanges and nickles rearranged
Because we are all deranged

If we think we can make it, rather than fake
We can't even make matter, so we take it!

We're complicated cells
With the whistles and bells
With just one objective
And that is to live

So breath in, breath out,
Project, or shout
Act your part and make a scene
In the box office play
Called living.

Copyright © CarrieLindeman ... [ 2011-08-08 21:10:33]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: The Play (User Rating: 1 )
by Banjosandwitch on Tuesday, 9th August 2011 @ 07:24:24 AM AEST
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fantasticous bravolishous

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