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[sid] => 42974
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[aid] => mick
[title] => WHO ME??? NAAAAY, ME NO SAINT
[time] => 2004-04-12 21:53:12
[hometext] => Please read dedication to understand this true story.
[bodytext] => 
 only human. Don't peddle me thee's, thous religion. Nnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaay, not me. Never was a saint 'cause I can rave-n-rant! Just because I beleive but then I speak at times like a framp! Who me???Nnaaaaay, me no saint! Was ole Jim, hippy thru-n-thru pointed the way. He answered my question, Hey Nnnnnaaaaaaay not me. If ya wonna know God as I do Go to nature, You'll find him too. Nnnnnnaaaaay not me. After surviving that Copper head bite to sick to even think that nite. Nnnnnnaaaay not me. Never even told Dr. 'bout that snake bite. three days later eyeball to eyeball New respect. Nnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaay not me Neither of us blinked an eye as he slithered on by. Next day I moved me-n-my kids to town but I'm back in the country with the snakes nearly 24 years later. by Emy Star Copyright ? Emy Star Inspiration: In the early 80's. this is a true story. I found God 'cause he kept me alive. I choose to believe in-luv even if it's a beautifull copper head snake, (very poisenous) making a statement. I had been hanging out clothes barefoot, in knee high grass. I invaded his turff. Didn't realize it was a snake bite till three days later. If I'd had a gun he would have died. the reason I didn't die is 'cause I went to nature to find God. I still have fang marks on my right foot. Some things ya jus gotta be there to believe. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 43 [informant] => emystar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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