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[aid] => mick
[title] => Spirit
[time] => 2005-05-25 07:03:59
[hometext] => Sometimes we can find inspiration in the craziest of places
[bodytext] => It was 30 years ago on that smelly school bus that this admirable boy made not a fuss In this poor part of town where studies were taboo carrying an arm load of texts he pushed his way through There was one seat left and rather stay standing his load started to tip to most ungracious landing He took that last seat next to a bully real mean that kid did not want in sight of nerd to be seen Telling the dork to leave his intent was quite clear but the admirable boy didn't give way to fear The bully smiled like a wolf and spun right around pushing off of the sidewall the boy's body he did pound The boy grabbed the seat edge with a tight fisted grip at the same time juggling books that would soon tip It was a half hour ride with the boy constanly shoved the sadness in his eyes showed that he was not loved Determination burned in his eyes and as the ride got longer all of the bully's shoving just made that boy stronger With that constant pressure attacking the boy's side you think he'd have faltered somewhere in the ride But surrender he did not on that tormentous ride and I have to admire his courage inside So I must relearn persistence of what I should be the funniest thing is... that boy was me [comments] => 4 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 21 [informant] => jaycee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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