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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Younger Brother of Miss. Covet
[time] => 2007-04-08 14:28:56
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[bodytext] => I make Her smile, Though tears shine on Her face I make Her sing, I make Her dance, Dance ball and ballet with high feet, I make Her sell the elegance of Her being, I make Her allow others touch, Her soft sacred treasure, I make Her allow others mix Impurity into pure chaste existence, Play with Her like a toy, I make Her do the whole thing, Though hateful and disgusting, For I am Mr. Gold: The younger brother of Miss. Covet. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 25 [informant] => MuhammadShanazar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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