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[aid] => mick
[title] => Clare
[time] => 2004-04-11 18:37:37
[hometext] => To my clare, love, Rowan.
[bodytext] => He was not as to be expected, I knew he'd not of a gentleman As he has been exposed not to be. I give my soul to you, though young You are true, and real, in our sea of fakes A beakon of happy and sweet light glistening from your beautiful eyes I devote myself to you I need not more You are my world Which is more than I could want for Iam the Idiot The so-called fool One whom spends my life Seaching for an answer that cant be found This is my life In your small hands I know your pain I see it in your body There has been so much done against you And of which, I cant right those wrongs So I pledge, never to bear memborance Nor ratify your past mistakes I know you think Iam too old for you I know your too young for me Your farthers occupation And your mothers discrimination We could not be more further apart And yet, we seem so close, when we look at each other And yet, I know we have secretly hid ourselves And yet, we have known each other for nearly a year Did once I gather the courage, and my mind messed it up I apologies for my pathetic actions, I have scorned my self for ever And I know that, we are now apart Come June, we will be friends, and after, we will be one. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 2 [informant] => 01_zanzebar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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