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[aid] => mick
[title] => Nations
[time] => 2004-06-28 15:14:26
[hometext] => I loves this poem and I don't know why
[bodytext] => Lost the owls had to start fresh and recover the nations were weak Tis cruel for yonder light and his pride of what other life to the night sky and his bride The merciless god to beg and ask all the wrong questions How the bell tolls for my dear Ophelia A debate of suicide or innocence A weed to bloom or just another dream Do what earth to life and the nursing of water A pair of lungs to provide growth perfect geometry to make a bridge to his lips Through the intestines then right back out Do what earth to life and the nursing of his pride The merciless guardian to ask and beg all the wrong gestures How the bell tolls for Francis [comments] => 2 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 38 [informant] => KurdtBeantheWIKKED [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
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