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[time] => 2010-06-28 17:29:36
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[bodytext] => She's cute and smart and runs around like her mother did. Fast like the wind and she's up a tree. Gathering frogs in her pail. And then letting them run free. Not two years old but quick as can be. Who had the frogs? Maria that's who. She's the mother of Sam, who's almost two. I only saw her twice for a limited time. Limited by Maria, my daughter. Cause to her I'm not fine. No matter what I say, she thinks I'm not okay. What can I do? What can I say? Except that I love her and will continue to wait. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 134 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Sheveg [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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