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[aid] => mick
[title] => Footprints
[time] => 2008-07-26 03:39:23
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[bodytext] => A barren wasteland touched by drought Fed from the heavens, godlike no doubt The snow falls deep covering the land Once so dry covered with sand A tiny green shoot hopeful with glee Protrudes from the snow grinning at me My footsteps are deep crunching the ground Approaching the shoot my hearts all a pound How can this shoot suddenly sprout? Where all before was naught but a drought Wet to the touch but gleaming with joy Giddy with pleasure my senses are coy Plucking the shoot would be incredibly wrong I look to the sky as a bird makes a song Telling of woes and of troubles ahead I look to the ground and the shoot is quite dead [comments] => 1 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 43 [informant] => dooby [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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