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[title] => A mornings word 11/16/07
[time] => 2007-11-17 00:42:15
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[bodytext] => In a world that's not so giving there is no forgiving all the things that we have done A sadness of misgiving to still go on living as we bow down to the gun And our tirade seems so daunting a soulful kind of haunting that leaves us all perturbed A sinful fling we're flaunting morally tainted taunting that has me quite distrubed A choice is what we were given the only grace we've ever known To die or to go on living their lessons learned, the dying moan [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 25 [informant] => wordsy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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