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[aid] => mick
[title] => It was a season that peasants reaped the wheat
[time] => 2008-05-24 01:53:43
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[bodytext] => It was a season that peasants reaped the wheat It was a season that peasants reaped the wheat, I was reaping a field of wheat. when I stood up to wipe off my face, I suddenly saw you coming this way toward me. "Maybe I am dreaming?" I looked and looked, but I was still wondering. when I stooped low to reap the wheat again, you grabbed me by the arm: "give me the sickle, you should take a break." I gave a start of astonishment and stood, "all that I see is true?" "I'd like to give you a surprise, so I had never told the news." you looked at me with a smile, "I had tried to make my dream real" "Haha, great! how smart you are!" I didn't know whereof I talked about, I just felt my heatbeat fast. I passed you the sickle, and you took it. I blushed and told you, I took three chopsticks in the morning, I found it really surprising. I couldn't convey my feeling in words, my mood gradually lightened, no words could express my happiness, but I was on the rack during the entire day, that was a relief to me. It was two o'clock when I finally got my head down, but I had to get up early. You knew, I liked to look at the tints of pink in the sky at dawn. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 48 [informant] => holy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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