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[title] => Puddles
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[bodytext] => I spent all day long squatting in puddles, Changing my trousers when my arse numbed. It was the most fun I’ve had since spring, When I could gorge myself on gooseberries. “You’ve ruined your two pairs of pants yet again And it won’t be you who has to scrub them clean. You’re to stop sitting in puddles, you hear? It’s something you do only when you’re young.” O! sweet muse, whisper to me now, certain Delicacies of sound, fit phrases for a man Stamping on the muck-puddles of his mind, Searching for the dirt gathered up beneath. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Polka [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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