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[sid] => 47833
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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Soul
[time] => 2004-05-16 22:32:00
[hometext] => a short piece
[bodytext] => The moss covered trees of the northern forest, I sit along the brook. Virgin earth has stood quiet here never opened her eyes to the sun. the symbols of truth and courage reflect from ancient times, my father and his stand before me. Black wings shelter my thoughts. Burnt to my soul as those before me songs of life to draw you near. Hear my calling, purity it holds clean before you now. Of all things great and many, thought of the smallest stone. I rise to the forest that has never heard voice, brush back the wings to my soul.....Crow [comments] => 3 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Crow [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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