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[aid] => mick
[title] => no.51
[time] => 2008-11-09 18:09:25
[hometext] => this poem is about how the presence of family transforms bricks and mortar into a home and with their passing through the years it becomes an empty shell once more
[bodytext] => hand to hearth the penny bricks of system start create the perfect place to plan to play to follow fate fresh and fun spring has sprung and lifes begun at 51 with duty and with pride protect what grows within this wondrous place filled with fruit you'll know its home when summer smiles upon your face alive and free harvests brung a breath of fun at 51 spread the sheet afore the door deny that time deceives with each new crack and creak footsteps floating with autumn leaves aging and fading fall has flung all songs been sung at 51 howling quakes the pictures on the piece of life and love and light. from emblaze remain a flicking flame to warm the lonley night and as he sleeps, winter creeps to steal last breath and moan and so it be the time has come 51's a house, not a home [comments] => 2 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 21 [informant] => bo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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