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[aid] => mick
[title] => cold in da mornin dead in da evenin
[time] => 2005-07-20 02:35:22
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[bodytext] => Once upon a cold morning i saw while hurrying down a crowded path by the looks of him a labourers boy lying on the ground, twitching without no sound Wondered whether i should wonder whats wrong with him i wondered wrong and left him their reasoned the world is full of people people who can help and those people will As evening came and i hurried back home a cold grey night and i clutched my coat in my hurry took a wrong decision and stopped by a dead end felt colder than ever before many dead ends i have stood before but the one dead end i was standing before was just as dead as the boy bellow (G.G.)Sushant Gaur [comments] => 1 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 31 [informant] => sushant [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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