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[sid] => 48629
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Tucker's Son.
[time] => 2004-05-22 06:43:14
[hometext] => Tucker.Jr father is sick....
[bodytext] => Tucker’s Son. Tucker’s son is of irreverence, Hostile to contrary souls, None the wit to pay respect To natives, young or old. Morning till night, Sitting by the decrepit woodhouse Of tucker trades, Glaring on at the scattering of the field mice, He is alone as is father in his Deathbed. Throwing stones into the calm river shade, Disturbing the peace of Sentient beings, Wishing to disperse the plate of woe Served, To the emptiness within his Soul. Tucker’s son is of irreverence, Hostile to contrary souls, None the wit to pay respect To natives, young or old. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Thivanka [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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