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[aid] => mick
[title] => Today
[time] => 2009-01-10 12:46:21
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[bodytext] => It's funny, the way life is. You never what will come, Or blow away with the wind What you thought was constant, your rock, Is one day gone, one day forgotten. And you can't even remember what it was, or how you lost it. Sands of the hour glass fade as the time rolls past, Breathing into you new life, and sucking it out just as fast. We're all walking dust. Just as the dawn comes, so does the dusk. And we fade into memory, echoes of forgotten ghosts. So what we do now is what matters most. Tomorrow may never come, so don't let today go. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 21 [informant] => BlackAndWhite [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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