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[sid] => 154995
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Stone
[time] => 2009-11-13 11:36:58
[hometext] => this is a poem i wrote when I thought or world war 1
[bodytext] => we stand heads down gun by our side rain poring down on us turning the mud into a slippery sticky mess under our feet the order comes we grab our guns and climb out into no mans land we charge bullets and shells fly by us then suddenly I feel a warm feeling I fall my eyes close my eyes open I am in no mans land there is no bullets or shells I look around finding only a cemetery I walk the rows of cold gray stones finally stopping at one as I read it all becomes clear for the name on the stone is my own by Robert Knowles [comments] => 2 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 57 [informant] => robertknowles [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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