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[sid] => 36028
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => What me Sheila means t' me.
[time] => 2004-02-23 20:01:25
[hometext] => One night I might get pierced.
[bodytext] => Now, my sheila means the world to me she always brings me a can or three. I met her at a dance one summer night it was just after I had a fight. While she mended me bloodied hands I looked down her top and made me plans. She looked alright yeah, had the right bits had a really gorgeous set of...shoes. We went on dates, to the pub of course Listened to AC DC, and bet on a horse. And I love me shelia she's more precious than platinum and if me mates make a move on 'er then I'd flatten 'em. And drink struth! She's knock back a string one morn' I woke wearin' a ring! Now dont get me wrong I like wearin' jewellery, but in me nipple? She saw me fury! All the lovey, dovey, sorry things she said messed up me normally level ol' head. I hit the track and waltzed me matilda but eventually came to miss'a. Went back upon me bended knees and asked for her forgivness please. These days piercing has the better of me rings and bars makes me feel young and free. Love is eternal, love is blind and bliss But gee, a ring there makes it hard to...wee. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 31 [informant] => twinkletoes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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