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[aid] => mick
[title] => A new career - London 1852
[time] => 2002-08-16 13:05:04
[hometext] => An optimistic soul is never beaten.
[bodytext] => I looked at her well presented face, early lines of ageing disgrace,
If you're going to get along she said, flicking back her knowing head, Then you must be very strong, she sighed, afterall it's no easy ride. She laughed and so did I, I thought the time had come to lie. You know the game I can presume, so let us hurry to the room, Clients waiting on the stairs, they may be quicker to do in pairs! Tut, Tut our business runs away, a queue won't do, they never stay. I followed her to the third floor, she gave me a wink and tapped on the door. I'll start you off with something straight, remember his wealth accounts for his weight. As the door opened my head began to spin, was this a way that I could win? Had I found a hole to all expectations, had I bound my soul to deprivation. Lost from the world or hiding away, I didn't know if I'd had my day. Surely at fifteen that couldn't be true, I was starting out and this was new. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Manda-2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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