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[sid] => 46253
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Lazy River
[time] => 2004-05-05 02:59:35
[hometext] => A poem about writer's block and organizing my thoughts on paper.
[bodytext] => Once in a while I wish for a smile to shine down upon me and sunburn my head. At least once a day, I’m carried away to fight against violence and worship the dead. As I float the foggy river, searching stupidly for silver, I cannot help but wonder If I’ll ever find my way, So I sit and stare at silence as I combat careless violence and I carefully consider if I might have found my way. Now every now and then, as I’m fighting with a friend, we can find each other’s flaws and we wash our sins away, Then we sit and stare at flowers for a hundred countless hours, and we find inside some insight where there’s nothing else to say. Now the river’s still quite hazy, and I know I might be crazy, but I smell the scent of silver and I seem to know my way. Now I wait and taste the laughter like some Down Syndromic rafter who has smelled the shiny silver and is drooling like wet clay. So some twenty times each year this whole Hellstorm finally clears and through all the cloudy chaos, I find something new to say. So then here is my announcement. It is time for the commencement of my journey, and I’m happy that I’ve finally found my way. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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