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[aid] => mick
[title] => Nana
[time] => 2003-11-04 21:06:01
[hometext] => cancer sucks.
[bodytext] => We're both night owls we love french toast you tell me you're proud and I know you love me it's not tainted no strings or manipulations you're so much to me. And now you're growing weak... forced to sit in your own thinning skin and your speech is slurred... as your hair thins. Eventually you'll leave me and I'll sit alone in the deep of night.... eat french toast... think of you. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 249 [topic] => 39 [informant] => olive [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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