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[sid] => 36976
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Another Race
[time] => 2004-03-01 21:44:46
[hometext] => A poem honoring the Iditarod (which starts this week). The red lantern is the trophy given to the last person each year to successfully finish the race.
[bodytext] => I always used to get excited when it was time for the Iditarod to start. There was something pure, something elemental about it. Men nearly died every year. Dozens of dogs never made it home. A sacred celebration of what we can endure, both from the weather and from disease. The first to Nome was a hero for a year, but all who finished were winners, including the person given the red lantern. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [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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