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[sid] => 54512
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Snapshot
[time] => 2004-07-02 11:37:37
[hometext] => To lose one's perspective, is to lose all...
[bodytext] => A drunken wretch lies comotose in the gutter, Cradling an empty jug as if it were mother's milk; encased in a wrinkled, brown paper bag, Recent vomit soils his dirty coat as he lays there, oblivious to the pedestrians who shy away from him in disgust, The only living thing who cares whether he lives or dies, Lays curled beside him, his muzzle pillowed on the derelict's lap, Waiting patiently for him to stir Stoney, Jan 1, 2003 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Stoney1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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