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[sid] => 10399
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Who me?
[time] => 2003-01-14 17:55:00
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => I hear you call when you fall
and say it's not my fault And then you swear that you weren't there when "Red Handed" you were caught I hear you cry, when they die and say that he's my brother Then you deny, and try to lie that you're killing one another And I hear you shout It's all about, "We ought to stop the killing" But as for me, from all that I can see It's your own blood you've been spilling But you insist, that you're on a list upon which someone is ***** Then you won't confess, that all this mess is one of your own fitting So stop the hate and change your fate and learn to love one another for it's then, and only then that I can call you brother [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 8 [informant] => wordsy [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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