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[aid] => mick
[title] => Canoe
[time] => 2003-11-20 00:42:59
[hometext] => ......
[bodytext] => Drifing along in my canoe I don't know what to do I think if I'm in the mood I might make a phone call to you. Heavy rapids do appear to all the world's joy and cheer It's all becoming Oh so clear With my phone call to you. Now my canoe turns over i didn't learn this trick in rovers a man in a speed boat calls-MOVE OVER I finish the phone call to you! Now I've righted my canoe I bit off more than I can chew I now have somthing I can do Because of that phone call to you. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 304 [topic] => 18 [informant] => twinkletoes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Holiday Poetry )
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