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[aid] => mick
[title] => By the Fire
[time] => 2009-07-02 21:30:59
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[bodytext] => Come ruby port And kiss my throat Then make content my belly, We'll three retire Beside the fire Just you and me and Shelley. For when I sit In spite of it (In spite of feelings lonely), All that I need Will ever plead A port and poet only. And if by chance I fall to trance And the golden coals fade dark, Don't think me rude My manners crude I'm dreaming of his (blithe) skylark. And when I'm gone I'll leave alone My book and empty jug, Dead fire now And then somehow A new grave, freshly dug. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Scribbles [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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