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[title] => December 25th
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[bodytext] => This day used to mean something To me as well as them The birth of a boy Was hunted by the king This day is marked by captilism It is not longer a religious event This means more to the kids Than it ever did to me I used to enjoy this day It used to bring me much happyness I was happy to see their face The children they was smiling I laugh at people panicing The running upto this day I know that they all mean well So I watch and never say This day has lost all meaning I see this in every way The only time of the year When family come round to stay Now the halls run silent No patter of any kind I am left all alone now I had once is now behind [comments] => 0 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 51 [informant] => marcrob [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
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