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[aid] => mick
[title] => IT
[time] => 2006-12-07 12:40:50
[hometext] => The poem is called It not I.T
[bodytext] => It stirred Gently at First Like a Foreboding Curse In Monotone Verse As it lured It’s Prey To the Shadows Crying to the Wind In quiet succession And Procession Of its new Possession The Creature jittered To a sudden Noise In the Shadows As it hollered And Followed It’s Dream It seemed Only the dawn could break the silent hum [comments] => 3 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 40 [informant] => NDean [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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