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[aid] => Mick
[title] => bliss
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[bodytext] => Bliss.
Utopia is a lazy drifting day with a sweet tinge of regret for not doing anything like serious work and not having to pay any bloody bills. Utopia is a cold winter day and when I come indoors take my shoes off stretched my feet towards the fire till the socks singe. Utopia is to be alone in the house, but not too long, can watch my own T.V. program for a change read or just sit there and dream Utopia for me is the simple things no dreams of castles or shiny cars, I’ll stay in my modest cottage and tenderly think of love lost. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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