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[aid] => mick
[title] => When God Cleaned His Brushes
[time] => 2012-07-03 02:10:34
[hometext] => sunrise and sunset ...
[bodytext] => When God took out his paintbox, He cleaned His brushes well. There were traces still of moonlight, with hints of ocean swell. He gathered fields of lavender in every shade and hue. then He picked the softest rose blending in the dew. On a tree was one lone peach it's ripeness He could taste. Mingling it into the mix it wouldn't go to waste. He stirred it slow and steadily but kept eyes on the clock. He spread it out for lovers as they took a sunrise walk. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 139 [topic] => 62 [informant] => ever1der [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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