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[aid] => mick
[title] => Ears, Take Heed
[time] => 2015-12-10 19:51:45
[hometext] => Truth cloaked in silliness
[bodytext] => I pulled my six stringed pen to me and played on paper air to feel, gone like dust and not to be as if it was never real. Higher lower songsy words spake soft then harsh from E to E, floating to my ears I heard a wordless poem I played for me. My box of string of curved design unaccomplished I yet free of fret, the sounds I coax should be a sign to stick with ink without regret. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 7 [informant] => Invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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