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[sid] => 14235
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Sick Cravings
[time] => 2003-03-13 18:20:00
[hometext] => A short poem about pride and prideful people.
[bodytext] => Those who try the hardest
have the most to hide. Those who live in the spotlight need that light to shine. Those who wear the silver bells tarnish as they age. And those who soar the highest land and die with little grace. Those who speak in baa, ram, ewe, make my stomach turn. When did she forget her rites? Will she ever learn? I want to take the might of Thor and bash her pretty head. The game is done, I’ve won, I’ve won, and now the child’s dead. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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