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[bodytext] => T was near the snow filled winter months That in his heart he doth beguile All the world that he confronts With only his developed smile Across the cold unsheltered streets He lingers for awhile No shoes were worn upon his feet But yet he kept his smile. A man would pass and stare with hate But stay he all the while. And though the man may aggravate He stood there with his smile. The solar clock had found its way Around three times the dial Perhaps the man would move this day And cast away his smile. But in his cause for misery Remained there in exile Until the morgue brought company And robbed him of his smile. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 13 [informant] => gravehorn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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