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[aid] => mick
[title] => Punk Rock Chick
[time] => 2009-02-19 10:08:02
[hometext] => A poem about what could have been
[bodytext] => She came up to me all dressed in black She was looking for a light and we had a great chat I was decked out in my punk rock gear And for that hour she had my ear We talked about music and got on real well She gave me her number and e-mail I was a total gentleman that night I didn't try it on because being friends is just fine I tried calling her a few days hence She wouldn't answer and it didn't make sense I thought that we could have been good friends But this rebuttal just spelled the end [comments] => 0 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 22 [informant] => movax [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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