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[aid] => mick
[title] => desiree
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[bodytext] => she was just a child at her momma'a side combing that coal black hair until it shined she asked momma what does it mean to love momma said it means to sacrifice poppa said you know it's just too late to cry he's dead and he never should've died it was a bullet in his head his momma cried it was bound to happen anyway all she ever wanted was to love him all he ever did was look her way now she cries out in the middle of the night lord, his dying must be some kind of mistake [comments] => 2 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 32 [informant] => faithmairee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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