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[sid] => 17544
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Guess
[time] => 2003-05-14 09:05:00
[hometext] => See if you can guess before the poem ends;)
[bodytext] => I know their names, I remember their spaces,
Their colors have never changed, not even their faces, They have fought many wars for so many years, As they line up for battle they ask for no tears, The lines are not staggered; They stand tall always without fear. The time is now ticking as the battle begins. Not a life will be taken, but they will fight to the end. As the pedo moves forward and makes the first strike, With both sides now moving, it's time for all to fight, With his shining armor he looks left, then right; With this pattern of movement he shows his might. As the greatest of the messengers Makes a tactical retreat, With a pause to look over the field, He now knows that all will yield. A fallen fortress will turn into dust; All that waits now is a last mighty thrust. The tallest shadow appears on this field; To protect his lady is now a must. There will be no winner on this field today. Now as the pieces are tenderly tucked away, We will war again another day. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 49 [informant] => Randy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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