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[sid] => 174991
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[aid] => mick
[title] => The story
[time] => 2013-02-02 19:21:08
[hometext] => Any feedback or criticism would be very much appreciated.
[bodytext] => Burnt edges, they were,
Smeared pages, there was,
the stories of our past,
Read me a story, she said,
Read me your story,
Stories from the glories of our past,
Triumphant cheers-
He read,
Blissful days-
it was,
Glorious years-
Lived on.
Sing me a sonnet, she said,
Sing me the sonnet,
the sonnets of joy.
[comments] => 1
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[topic] => 43
[informant] => Lenny
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
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[topicname] => oops
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