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[aid] => Mick
[title] => A Way To Die
[time] => 2003-09-28 06:35:00
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[bodytext] => He'd Cheated His Wife, She Found His Lies. The Day She Left, The Day, He Cried. It Wasn't Her Fault, She'd Done Her Part. He Was The One, With The Calous Heart. At Home She Stayed, He Played The Ladies, The Only Thing Good, Had Been No Babies. For The Rose, He'd Cast Away. With The Lilies, Wanted To Play. He Didn't Know, But Soon Realized. Without The Rose, Soon, He'd Die. Hamp Nichols [comments] => 0 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 21 [informant] => hamp [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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