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[aid] => mick
[title] => talent show
[time] => 2011-08-20 13:42:20
[hometext] => t.v. on a saturday night
[bodytext] => The panel sits The audience judge The girl she sings You knew she would Her quirky style See-sawed your mind Her first few words No fault or grind And in a moment You can tell That you can judge it Pretty well The next act on She says she’s great Rimmed glasses, buck teeth You know her fate But do not gloat As you laugh along You love the fun til the next song. The camera pans The audience laugh She can’t believe The panels wrath You think you’re right Yet, you are tricked. Producer’s . Don’t they make you sick? [comments] => 0 [counter] => 244 [topic] => 64 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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