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[aid] => mick
[title] => An old, old tree.
[time] => 2006-07-09 18:39:09
[hometext] => Playing ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => There is a field that rides along the length of my eyes; a honey colored white with flowers on the side. A straight black curl, curling over the sides; a raven over a white night strung sideways by the moon. In my Dreams I am a Star Singing Wild flower Songs To the Silver Smiles Of my love There is an old, old tree; older than me; that grows inside, and flows outside, and knows the dream that I dream. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 73 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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