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[aid] => mick
[title] => E101
[time] => 2015-04-05 11:18:23
[hometext] => First college class
[bodytext] => My initiation Was at Hamilton Sometimes I run from it Sometimes I run toward it Now I'm looking at it So back in my mind I go To my left PROF LEIGH To my right Miss Aimee Good gracious, what a rare beauty Then class started PROF looked us Straight in the face And told us This could be A cold place In summation, E101 Sometimes it was fun Too soon it was done And each day From it, to it I run [comments] => 3 [counter] => 114 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Beyfoxman5 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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