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[sid] => 39042
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Rose
[time] => 2004-03-17 13:38:15
[hometext] => My idea on how the rose came to be red.
[bodytext] => A body spilled, blood lingering on the rode, Blood draining into the soil, starting to grow, The lovely white rose resting on this hill, Drinks of this blood, wanting more, thorns grow, Lovely Lady walks by, stares at this thing, " how Pretty" picks it up, thorns dig deep, Rose stuck to her hand, girl bleeds dry, when found This white rose is red with blood, Forever will it be. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ChaosBound [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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