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[sid] => 163765
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Mother
[time] => 2010-12-17 03:57:38
[hometext] => A creed of a mother.
[bodytext] => Come child, Come to me. Let me tend thy wounds. Thy blood will not run, When I shall hold ye. The conflagrations can not burn ye. For I shall hold ye safe. Mine heart within mine bosom, Forever shall be devoted. To thy Tender flesh, and thy tender being For they Rely upon mine help. Whether it be rain or shine, Whether ye be sick or well, I will be thy giver. Give thee life when ye perish. I will be thy drug, To thumb thee when in pain. I will be thy mother, And take care of thee for all days. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 123 [topic] => 21 [informant] => xHeathenx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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