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[sid] => 120161
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Of the finest love
[time] => 2006-05-16 02:54:53
[hometext] => always, abraham
[bodytext] => Of life There is little left of the memories of peace. There is nothing left of rest. I have considered my way, My way is lost. In my heart, I have a bitter taste. Of the trespasses of love, I endure. It is often forgotten, the thoughtfulness of love. The death of a childhood pet often lay doomed, to die in the circumstance of youth. We continue. The smallest leaf continues to fall. The most beautiful rose, left sitting in the sun, Will shrivel up and die. Of sorrow and sadness, there is nothing to say. They are of the finest love. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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