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[sid] => 149674
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Circle
[time] => 2009-05-05 19:11:02
[hometext] => I just wrote this to become a better writer please offer criticism if you have any.
[bodytext] => Round the circle once again? No, the pains to much to bear. Just make the mark with this here pen. And let them charge the fare? The whistle! The whistle! Ceases the uproar. And off goes the pistol. Hurry! Through the door! Out comes the innocence five years spent in the sun and all it wants is just ten pence So it can learn to run. A murdered fathers son was born with innocence and the trains fare is just ten pence. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 73 [informant] => trialanderror [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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