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[title] => The burning question
[time] => 2013-06-22 20:11:19
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[bodytext] => What tips the scales of the world? makes it beautiful, makes it rotten. Is it that people love too much. Maybe nature cannot burden our hate. Sometimes the rain tells you all it's secrets. Or it comes on the breeze like electricity. Maybe there is no reason for it, and that's the way it is. No reason for snow or blood in the veins. Perhaps we just demand something more, are we almighty? Well we do die for our sins, as others die. Are we the balance of things? I wish i could understand, be farther than these bones, although maybe the view would not be so pretty. Just maybe we invent such scales to measure against, just clinging on to what we clutch when we die; love letters , roses and photographs. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 81 [topic] => 27 [informant] => Tferguson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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