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[sid] => 168948
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Is Love a Crock?
[time] => 2011-12-01 06:33:51
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[bodytext] => Those petals, she loves me, she loves me not this is really a train ride, but when will it stop enough is enough, love is nothing but a crock it comes and goes, like the ticking of a clock So much has been written, you would think it's gold they seek after it everywhere, love spreads like mold laugh with it or cry with it, but no one really ever knows if and when it will take root, and into whose life it flows Love is blind and has no date, sometimes to starve or satiate it can be sincere or lay in guise, causing jealousy to instigate as white as snow, or as black as charcoal, her colors change impossible to determine, a full gamut of emotions is her range She loves me dearly, and with this fact I do now know perhaps you'll call me a fool, because I just trust her so hopefully that day will come, when the truth will show because of this care for me, my love had where to go I was wrong when I said that love is a crock, it must surely be greater than gold but sometimes being human we remain blind, until love upon us will take hold so don't be afraid to pursue your dreams, for a girl's heart your love will yet find a chance to forever become complete, and a unique love which is one of a kind [comments] => 0 [counter] => 83 [topic] => 2 [informant] => 2bpositive [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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