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[aid] => mick
[title] => sunday
[time] => 2004-07-04 13:07:32
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => i think you've hidden me under a bushel somewhere been searching for my light to think i liked you lots to think i gave you the pieces of myself i usually only reserve for sundays the good girl heart ah well you learn when your back's against the wall and you feel yourself quake in your own boots well sunday's are long gone i guess or under investigation missing person or a version of and to think i thought you were cool to think i thought i might love you to think i thought i could be a sunday every day with you [comments] => 2 [counter] => 218 [topic] => 22 [informant] => hannahbanana [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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