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[sid] => 69325
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Mr. Sand
[time] => 2004-10-29 10:09:58
[hometext] => From one of the Endless, we have our minds' secret dwelling place.
[bodytext] => Dreams, they say, Are made of sand Here, I cup some in my hand Sprinkle them over all who sleep They're slowly admitted Into each illusion they seek Beware of the rattlesnake man Crept behind the burning door He has a few tricks Up his shedding sleeve Like the one Where he doesn't let you leave And he's the most convincing creature That ever was unborn I tell you of these things So that you may know What comes from the create of sand Does not always go Where the moon is shown If you should say to me Show us what is truly is in our dreams I would direct you to your unconsious mind Where you will find Strange vibrant visions Never before seen [comments] => 4 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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