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[aid] => mick
[title] => Exhumed
[time] => 2005-06-04 20:33:04
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[bodytext] => The smell of burning rubber draws attention To the thick black cloud of smoke which has formed overhead The strangest of occurrences are those trapped in a cell A manifestation of the miracle that is creation, the bed is made Fortuitous in monetary value, but poor in what really counts The royal couple and their servants, arrive to stay unannounced Fleeing is fruitless, the fortune teller follows the crystal ball The earlobes and its piercing are holier now they are reattached Ominous in its appearance the tornado of damnation bears down This collection of antique relics from an occupation of the people pushed around Presently speaking my mind only makes one galactic connection The purest creature on the planet, is currently walking to my exact location ------------------------------- --------------- [comments] => 1 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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