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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Jenna
[time] => 2003-05-21 19:35:00
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[bodytext] => Every now and again I think of a girl I once knew,
Turned to her for my friends were few, I wonder on these days, What it was that drew me to her, And the only reasoning I can come up with is, That she reminded me of me, Or that she had a beauty that I wanted. She has the biggest blue eyes, Somewhat innocent and true, Her face was pure, happy and cheerful, Yet what she become was the opposite of that. I sometimes wonder if I ever saw her again, Of what I would say to her, Or if I'd just walk by, knowing she was there? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 224 [topic] => 24 [informant] => jaima [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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