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[aid] => mick
[title] => Her Glass
[time] => 2016-05-18 12:18:28
[hometext] => Channeling Sir Muppetman.............
[bodytext] => Hello my favorite glass How I always loved thee I used to drink from you When I was a young lass Of only three Now you are two glasses How could this be Have you hid one All of this time From little ole me I noticed the one I love Is only half full The other one as far as I can see Is completely a fool Again, how could this be The glass I used to love Will you run away with me If not, why should this be Please grow old with me The future is ours Just you wait and see Peace! [comments] => 6 [counter] => 274 [topic] => 7 [informant] => jamesstockdale [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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