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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Saturday in March
[time] => 2009-03-07 09:37:05
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[bodytext] => Today has potential to be infinite. Like any other day. Ending only when you say so - The clock will not protest. It's in the rush of a full day ahead, The thrill of stolen freedom. Because I can smell the raw scent of life, The sun seems too good to be true today. It's like the smell of fall; Something changing- existing and breathing. I can't escape the words in my head, But I'll forget them just for awhile. The endlessness of today - I can't be contained! No responsibilities will tie me down, Because I'm too young for that. If we run through times zones; This could last forever. This feeling, these moments - Forever in my mind. There's the sunset in my rearview, But I drive with the windows down - So this day won't end. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 27 [informant] => anomalei [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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