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[aid] => mick
[title] => Preserve
[time] => 2009-06-14 15:28:52
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[bodytext] => The woman's knave, By words of a remembrancer To preserve a glaive; To preserve her, Unhinged the weapon from his scabbard, Said, Ay, the makings of a bastard, As he thought of potent unwed Bliss, seven-headed iniquities To cauterize Just so the knave himself could ease Into wedlock: the exalted prize. Who is steadfast enough to tempt When ordinances often kept The longing to preempt Long torpid and inept? He relinquished the sword-- Heart demurred; For, accord Is no sweet curd. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 64 [informant] => screwge [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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