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[aid] => mick
[title] => A mouth to laugh at God
[time] => 2004-12-28 00:28:30
[hometext] => This was me playing with a childish notion......simple structure etc....it's old....but i still like it ^_^
[bodytext] => Grass is green Grass is epic. Grass is epic because it sweeps in the wind, and when sleeping, grass is small. Although my eyes sense the great green rivers that brush against the wind, my mind calls them nothing, or perhaps earth, or ground. But I remember how the grass would tickle my feet, and I, a child, would pry open this world with shovel or spoon and see that the grass was only as I was, except green with no hands and no feet or a face to cry its pain or a mouth to laugh at God. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 223 [topic] => 43 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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