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[aid] => mick
[title] => Untitled
[time] => 2006-05-22 14:52:16
[hometext] => Well, It Might Not Make Sense To You, But To Me It Does.
[bodytext] => The tombstones are gray, Under the darkened day. The leaves are blowing, These souls are stirring. The regretfully dead, The dearly departed. Twist in thier tombs, Like babies in wombs. They will never be completely gone, Unless thier will is done. For these souls I pray, That in peace they will lay. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lost_in_the_darkness09 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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