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[aid] => mick
[title] => Gone Fishing
[time] => 2010-05-14 12:16:19
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[bodytext] => i remember looking at the worms lying in the cool moist soil even though they weren't below my feet below the grass they seemed at home in the white styrofoam cup nothing was really out of place until i sent the steel barbed hook i held through them the movement of a worm on a hook should make you sleepless forever i then cast death into the black water and waited for my red and white bobber to bring me more [comments] => 2 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 43 [informant] => dirk-velvet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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