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[sid] => 11037
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => brevity
[time] => 2003-01-23 14:00:00
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[bodytext] => the circle of a day,
can eclipse a year, like the maginification of mirror upon mirror, growing inward, a plant grows in a box, nine swords makes nine more, the problems shape life, waves beating a shore, replaces the old, to become itself, same as yesterday, old eyes, scared and will not compremise, and so the sun dies, everynight, everyday, my asssociation, the logic and pattern, seeds for the soil, more then you can see, how it is, or how it will be, and how can you ever say that you are free, [comments] => 2 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 43 [informant] => plous [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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