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deepspace9mm
from filth on 2004-01-11 09:54 [#01027978]
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Not by me, i'm nowhere near this talented, but it really struck something with me and i thought i'd share it. By Carol Ann Duffy.
Prayer
Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself. So, a woman will lift her head from the sieve of her hands and stare at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.
Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth enters our hearts, that small familiar pain; then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth in the distant Latin chanting of a train.
Pray for us now. Grade I piano scales console the lodger looking out across a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls a child's name as though they named their loss.
Darkness outside. Inside, the radio's prayer - Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.
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Anus_Presley
on 2004-01-11 09:57 [#01027981]
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i don't rreally like Carol Ann Duffy as a rrule.
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deepspace9mm
from filth on 2004-01-11 10:01 [#01027984]
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Neither do i, she gets a bit shrill sometimes, but this i really liked. Meh, what do i know.
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w M w
from London (United Kingdom) on 2004-01-11 10:02 [#01027987]
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AAAAH HAAAA!!!!!!
You forgot to double "r" "Carol"!!!!!
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fleetmouse
from Horny for Truth on 2004-01-11 10:03 [#01027988]
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He doesn't do it in names, bitch.
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w M w
from London (United Kingdom) on 2004-01-11 10:04 [#01027989]
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He may as well exclusively never do it in flavors of ice cream or something then.
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fleetmouse
from Horny for Truth on 2004-01-11 10:07 [#01027992]
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I dunno - anus, is that strrawberry ice crream to you?
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fleetmouse
from Horny for Truth on 2004-01-11 10:08 [#01027994]
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I'm sitting with my back against a tall, solid beech tree,
feeling time flowing in a strong, cool stream,
feeling life rising like a tall, solid beech tree,
emerging from Eternity's unending dream.
- Piet Hein
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tragedy
from Gloucester (United States) on 2004-01-11 11:32 [#01028082]
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Consistency like that which I have craved Is that people change so unexpectedly -conor o
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