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[bodytext] => Straining and tugging the mind works on like a train of ants or the early dawn song set to work, off to work I don't know why I go it's only words I work why are they words of hurt? When i am gone will my words still live Iike my Heros words did here's all I can give Unless there I learn from a text book I buy to copy a style to copy a style dry so I'll let my soul churn let it feed on these words routinely it pours like the early dawn birds [comments] => 1 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Daggers [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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