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[aid] => mick
[title] => Mistaken
[time] => 2007-05-16 02:00:21
[hometext] => Old time poem
[bodytext] => Here I stand with my sword in hand Controling my life at risk The village is mad, and after me I take my stand and ball my fist I am ready to kill and that i will To whomever walks through thy door I am ***** off at thy king I cant take it anymore his fat ass head and mighty belly Scared everyone but me You call me insane but that is my name I am quick on my feet He walks through the door and swings his sword His life is surely taken He crys for help but no one comes He was surely mistaken [comments] => 3 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ihop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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