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[sid] => 152210
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Lilt
[time] => 2009-08-13 01:41:14
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Austere or octane, I will lift your lilt; Sing an octave Like destined silt. Rise and hark!--up to Grooves from plinth And tacit Hyacinth. It could be august; It could impoverish Hearts of feelings Left by Kaddish. The leaves shall Rustle fain applause; At genie voice The thin tree awes. And in the eaves, How feral My tune will rattle, Uprooting the carrel-- Its grain Like destined silt To knock on wood The gift of lilt. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 73 [informant] => screwge [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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