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[aid] => mick
[title] => Autumn's Surcease
[time] => 2009-02-08 17:33:40
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[bodytext] => I gave you hurtings so that you might feel Winter in your Soul. I placed on your heart virgin olive oil to succor it. I piled high in your eyes Love and its Laments as your cool wind blew down the Solstice. I carried your leaden comments to the cemetery where I buried them with the other dead things and I blew you my last Summer Kiss for the luck I know you'll need. Your last leaf will fall from your waterless tree revealing Summer Kisses have no truck or need for rustled dead leaves carpeting a Winter Soul; twice dead skipping even Autumn's surcease. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lnnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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