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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Untitle
[time] => 2002-11-05 02:00:00
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[bodytext] => I was a freckled hyper
little thing I didn't stop talking and I used to run to everywhere and destroy everything she's loud for such a runt my grandma would say and I would run backwards through screen door summers into wet grass and got lost in the leaves and wake up to snow drift mornings and teased the birds on the white soft ground and burst into cherry trees and red yellow purple flower and with brown shoulders jumped back into cold summer sea Smooth-faced and calmer now I live by notebooks and textbooks contracts preparation and pretending to be competitive but really just wanting back those half-crazy sun seasons without college planning or clock watching when I could laugh and cry loudly and always foolishly felt the need to run [comments] => 1 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 21 [informant] => nakedlunchx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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