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[aid] => mick
[title] => Silence Hits The Hour
[time] => 2013-01-10 08:22:30
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[bodytext] => The clock ticks upon the hour As I sit in lonesome With whiskey sour. I sit and ponder in wonder In all my lightning And blustering thunder. My mind is a storm, Blinding sight, Destroying might Of which reality is worn. Join me in free stoned age! Unleash the inner beast From its rusty old cage! Let the storms clear! I jump up spilling the sour As silent hits the hour. I know I can hear One last tear. One last drop of rain To end all the sorrow, All the rubbish and pain. The night falls quiet once more. This coming of mute Is permanent I'm sure. The skies have cleared of grey. Weather comes and goes, But this feeling of warmth I'd like to stay. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 109 [topic] => 65 [informant] => snc54 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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