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[sid] => 125249
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The songs I sing
[time] => 2006-09-03 04:21:03
[hometext] => I sing songs in Tamil but now I would like to sing english songs
[bodytext] => It was my mother who taught me songs I poured on ladies for their throngs For the buttocks and Italian matrons I was the poet and darling of gardens On to the greensward, leaves rustling Appeared like thousand fans thronging I gave them endless summer concerts Tears poured for me in their trumpets If their tears would fall forever for me Those gracious ladies who are not dummy Now their eyes wrinkle and they too For those old songs and that are not new Alas! I do not remember the old songs No lady had cried for me, is it my wrong? Mother O` mother teach me new songs These ladies cannot wait for any long When in romance, I play the art songs With my band, I play the popular songs When its festive in town, I sing folk songs With my wife, its ballad and all love songs [comments] => 2 [counter] => 205 [topic] => 54 [informant] => girish [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => happypoetry )
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