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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sulin
[time] => 2004-03-07 00:38:40
[hometext] => No matter how insular a person, even someone like me in my hermetic exuberance, everyone needs someone to talk to once in a while. This is in appreciation to my friend, an ear to vent on and a friendly shoulder to cry on. To my friend Ms Wee Su Lin
[bodytext] => [S]ilver Angel that flits about bringing songs to the devout [U]nder eaves of silver clouds like floating leaves on windy shrouds [L]ilting winds that softly caress feathered wings flapping abreast [I]n the bosom of God's abundence lies heaven and all its pavillions [N]urtured by love and friendly compassion bringing hope and joyful reverence [comments] => 2 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 43 [informant] => baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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