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[sid] => 7816
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => highway signs
[time] => 2002-12-02 06:00:00
[hometext] => another weird interpretation
[bodytext] => ***************************** coughing and my throat is raw hallucincations that maybe just maybe, life is a highway and here i am driving along when i see you dressed in white (duh) and with a sign 'taurus' it says, i stop, let u get in and then u get out a few miles later i see him 'pisces' reads his sign "i need time with my own kind" i think open the door for one more hitchhiker on my highway of life about the same miles as i drove with taurus and i drop the fish in the desert drive back to the bull and ask him if he wants another turn another ride in my ride but intimidating is the bull me, the nervous fish the jealous fish and confused when i can't see the future maybe u will get in and we can keep on driving together see where the road takes us or at least how far we get on this road of life together and maybe u will already have a ride, or a picture of your dream car and i will be rejected but i will be fine then keep driving and pick up the hitchhiker who draws his life on my sould, his name on my hand, and his love on my heart. say what u say, do what u do, but i will always be fine with the dish life is servin, just maybe i get to add my own spices. -remember december, 02- [comments] => 1 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 31 [informant] => dantoad [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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