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[sid] => 142061
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Timmy
[time] => 2008-05-02 06:07:03
[hometext] => thanks for reading
[bodytext] => Timmy had a ball,
Timmy liked to fall,
He leaped and bound,
And played around,
Until they made the call,
One week later,
On an elevator,
He slit his wrists and died,
Parents mad,
Doctors sad,
No behaviour to subside.
[comments] => 2
[counter] => 268
[topic] => 66
[informant] => shinji_kusa
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 4
[ratings] => 1
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => drugabuse
)
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