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[aid] => mick
[title] => A tale of woe
[time] => 2009-04-05 16:05:17
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[bodytext] => There she is, I see it now my mother. Her lips hair body shape. Telling me what to do. Nagging me into submission, as she did when I was ten years old and such a wild little boy. There she is, holding her chest, threaten death, suffering from migraines at the drop of a hat, never satisfied with anything, and here I am, my father foolishly thinking in charge. While the peanut gallery; our children standby, watch, store data needed to repeat the whole damn thing again [comments] => 0 [counter] => 145 [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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