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[aid] => mick
[title] => Catholic Divorce
[time] => 2009-02-10 11:43:08
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[bodytext] => She became her mother who’d throw a monkey wrench into anything just because she could. The one invited to family function cause she had to. Then seated next to those you didn’t care much for to begin with. She became her mother who’d spend most her time in the spare room. The one her old man never went into, watching tv, reading, talking to her cats, and I became her old man, who I laughed at in the beginning , then felt sorry for once. I got to know him. Praying for his wife’s death; or his, no matter here, as long as it was over. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 25 [informant] => fanniesson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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