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[aid] => mick
[title] => Thirteen Lives
[time] => 2006-02-18 07:49:56
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[bodytext] => My cat he lost his mind last night, He said he had some mad insight, Then told me that things weren't quite right, And went out for a wild cat fight. I told him this wasn't the thing to be done, He said he just wanted a little fun, But like Icarus, burned out in the sun. He killed a rat and felt quite fine, Just for me as a Valentine. I felt this was dome kind of sign, He told me not to pay any mind. I said this wasn't the thing to be done, But he just filled his belly full of rum, And went out in the street shooting his gun. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 198 [topic] => 74 [informant] => KimElmer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => surreal )
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