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[sid] => 184510
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => You Wascally Wabbit!
[time] => 2017-09-20 19:19:39
[hometext] => “If it [immortality] can’t be decided in the affirmative, it can not be decided in the negative.” Fyodor Dostoevsky The Brothers Karamazov
[bodytext] =>
You Wascally Wabbit!
Everywhere, beneath rocks, in bibles, tomes, skies,
I’ve looked so hard to grab It.
Such a Promise!
Held like honey on dripping comb;
reach, seek, nip a smile from the tip
if you please,
but where lies honey, so fly bees.
This Immortality, no expiry,
promised by man, (as I am).
But! Faith! Faith! Faith!
That all important wraith
that drives, that frees,
if but one can summon, abandon;
if but one believes.
[comments] => 2
[counter] => 105
[topic] => 42
[informant] => Invierno
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => mythology
)
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