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[sid] => 22072
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => twinkie ode
[time] => 2003-08-19 02:05:00
[hometext] => he asked, "where do you get your inspiration?"; she replied, "fat, refined sugar, preservatives and empty calories"...
[bodytext] => her little boy's in the tombs and she ain't crying now she likes the drama only when he's around call it strong? can it be wrong? to love Porky the Pig when he's taking swigs and you're tired from 4 years before even mama called you a whore well, I'd work for nickels if the dotted line read "you don't have to believe anymore" I'll take the highroad when I'm preaching about being alive it's safe up there no one wants to go the land of "really-don't-know" margarita-mango-salsa I've always wanted more just give me a little to get through and I'll prove to you that "you don't have to believe anymore" they still call me a whore I sold my body to your state I'm tax-deductible ain't it great? my blood is bitter my blood is bitter what have you done? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 21 [informant] => aom [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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