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[aid] => mick
[title] => everyones a critic
[time] => 2006-01-22 08:37:45
[hometext] => its almost like he never existed
[bodytext] => We go back to reality Everything’s a travesty You can’t make it big Your family is the only people who think you can sing You’re nothing to the world population If you die the only people who arrive to the funeral are only there for the cake And your name was Blake You wrote the best ever song And then forgot it You started to make friends but could not read there phone number That’s because you’re dumber What a bummer You can’t read or write To you the sun is never bright But turn to Christianity And who knows you might be real to humanity [comments] => 2 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Marko [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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