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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Prose Of Life
[time] => 2005-01-16 19:01:39
[hometext] => this is kinda messed up, it's a brilliant example of my more 'random' werks, please read and comment to your hearts content!
[bodytext] => a good question may be fielded a rhetorical answer questioned to death the sinister plots ploys and provocations a mystery man and lacking of communications far more ways to spend a summer great times and happy gestures than riding over yonder hills and vale surrying little peoples pastures time and again the maniquins dance they hold a pose that becomes a prose listen to the calm of some water so viscous and brynite mellow calm a raging undercurrent teetering to be swept away like touching a whirlpool with your big toe so much is the danger of this just a little water is needed, with this seed i sow into the oak it will prosper but it will cover all the beauty under it smothering all light and happyness these branches choke the poeple and they will eventually all drowned little peoples silly ideas and loose morals the tree that has been planted was like the wars before once there where conquers and conkered among both, the peoples starve the wants and their needs all insignificant due to the luster i crave and the graves it creates the looking-glass tie little cakes and treacles a torchered memory from a cream pie such a sad life what a disgrace we all are just repeating the same set of lies sometimes we all get lost in our own lives and eventually those words will choke and throttle you and so it does to those whom we affect inside because of all these, something will speak, you'll fall into a dream and when this long duration of being sweet and serenate you will wake you all of a sudden to learn to your displeasure that in all this .... youre thankfully dead [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 32 [informant] => 01_zanzebar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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