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[sid] => 31442
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Duck Poem
[time] => 2004-01-12 02:37:07
[hometext] => A poem about ducks.
[bodytext] => The little ducklings, following mum in a row, in the water, eat my bread and it is sweet as it melts down their throats. The grown ducks honk and play in the water, or sleep on the tiny isle just out of my reach. They eat my bread and it is sweet as it melts down their throats. The ancient duck lies now, in strips, before me, and plays in the gravy pond, and frolics through the carrots and broccoli and onions and batter, and it is sweet and gentle and chewy and wonderful as it melts down my throat. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 265 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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