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[aid] => mick
[title] => Clouds A Tangle Web
[time] => 2004-03-25 17:04:08
[hometext] => Time of man is written but exactly where
[bodytext] => Clouds burn forth a tangle web It is the angels that are dead No sound flows from the sky Earth is swelled with water deep Serpents roam the tired sleep Water turns sludge a microbe Out of nothing so it be a word A small frail winging bird From death there sings hope Heavens erupt one stands above He is the only word for love Angels now fly bye to honnor Serpent raises his ugly head Squished underfoot but not dead A flaming hell he will not rest If one is two and two are three What part of all earth is we Hard to understand just a man Son fills my mind another place Before all was measured Grace Some day I will finally understand [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 68 [informant] => Walt [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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