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[title] => Scurried
[time] => 2003-10-22 18:48:54
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[bodytext] => He scurries across the room screaming vroom vroom, running to get his toy car to play with at the park. As he anxiously awaits for his mother, to bring him to play with the others. His mother picks him up and says come on my little buttercup, it's time to go play with your sleigh. He looks up at her with a smile on his face, that his mother mind could never erase, and then she said I love you too, my little kazoo. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 21 [informant] => sugar0986 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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