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[sid] => 14735
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Alice
[time] => 2003-03-22 13:45:00
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[bodytext] => i should ask myself
"how's the summer in your mind?" maybe dirt is cleaner or flowers only blossom when they want to perhaps, the boys & girls don't hold hands anymore could be that figers yearn to touch and that just may be my face in the blood samples of guilt and what does Alice do when she's sad? all her tears made her an ocean well so did mine Alice, i think we're one in the same not the loose girls (but i think you might wanna be) childhood fell asleep under that tree Alice, you fell asleep and forgot me how's the summer in your mind? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 205 [topic] => 25 [informant] => boobies [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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