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[title] => Nice Year
[time] => 2006-11-07 17:48:30
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[bodytext] => Paper lampshade With crescent moons cut around Shooting stars in November Shooting over the frosted ground Disconnected Swearing that the phone Never works when you are waiting So you spend the night alone Merry Christmas Frantic as you buy a gift for your brother You know no one will mind since you have no money And since you have an understanding mother Grounded But your feet are stuck high up in the clouds Your head's full of luck Holding onto something Clasped so tight That my hand loses Tension and starts turning white Living on my own Making the best of the simple Things I do to make it seem Like maybe I'm not so little I was lucky To be seated last Across from the family In a picture from the past [comments] => 1 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Exodus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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