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[aid] => mick
[title] => Geronimo
[time] => 2009-12-10 11:25:06
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[bodytext] => I remember playing in the open field in the fort my friend and I built on top a firmly rooted Weeping Willow. Leo and I fending off the enemy below as they diligently worked all points to gain access to us to have us succumb. I stood down the first one who proposed a credible entrance by releasing the rope ladder and spreading myself across the hatchway. I remember watching Leo as he tossed himself over the top gate rail while crying out ... "Geronimo" And how the friendly Willow branches granted him time and a balance as he clung to them on his way down. I didn't have a need to see him land or to see the others run. For to me we had won once that cry was made. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 43 [informant] => dirk-velvet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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