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[aid] => mick
[title] => Doesn't Matter
[time] => 2004-01-20 23:14:27
[hometext] => blah, blah, blah.....
[bodytext] => I hear her in a dreamy haze playing on those summer days biscuits cooking on the trays under the golden sunny glaze. Tricks were played for a smile together on, we walked for miles I was lifted so, by her style and in love we were a while. Bathed in water, in the nude looked at her with desire anew I knew her love was so true Oh why do I feel so blue? Love, if you hear me still. Why give me this bitter pill? You have broken all my will forever is a long time till. I now don't hear your call and at your precious feet I fall no longer can I stand tall because of this ladden shawl. By Lee [comments] => 1 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 8 [informant] => Limpylee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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