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[aid] => mick
[title] => SHIRTSLEEVE TEARS
[time] => 2012-02-10 21:08:18
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[bodytext] => My cheeks are wet. My eyes are red. And I have not Even been to bed. These salty drops Having wet my lips, Which quiver now Over our last kiss. And I must say It’s been a hard job, To control myself Between each sob. My shirtsleeves now No longer wear my heart. They are ripped and burnt, And torn apart! A teardrop just Splattered on my shoe. And I care not now, For I’m missing you. --------------------------------- I drew on my experiences as a Law Enforcement Officer and people I dealt with for this write. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 77 [topic] => 13 [informant] => robert_edgar_burns [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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