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[aid] => mick
[title] => 1989
[time] => 2002-08-02 06:41:57
[hometext] => This has been the story of my life... ever since that wierd year when I was 12.
[bodytext] => I once met a boy
Down by the creek The water The flies His crystal blue eyes One warm Spring day I cherished the boy He was my sun My moon And stars I ended up in his arms One bright Summer's day So I promised the boy Eternal love My body My soul And our passion was full Those dull Autumn days But he was a boy As likewise I Our love So warm Ended up in her arms One cold Winter's day [comments] => 3 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Jason_Robert_Britt [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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