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[aid] => mick
[title] => Reflections
[time] => 2009-08-12 17:24:17
[hometext] => Sixty-sixth birthday is about five day away, and me and the brandy are getting introspective.
[bodytext] => Why does each generation waste their precious hours of youth? Oh! If we had only known... It's as if while standing still, time has slipped past us like a wisp of smoke And we've scarcely given it a thought 'til, in dismay, we look back o'er the receding years With the dawning realization that most of our lives has already been lived, And the final abyss draws ever near... Stoney1 Aug '09 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 21 [informant] => stoney1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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