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[aid] => mick
[title] => Call My Name
[time] => 2004-08-08 12:01:44
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[bodytext] => Call My Name So call my name in times of grief. No, do not wait till all is lost, Lost there beneath the winters frost. For in the night there comes a thief, To reap your soul just like a sheaf; Your protests then they will exhaust, So call my name. For I will keep your waiting brief; While catching what from you’s been tossed, Upon the ground to pay the cost; I vow to you this true relief, So call my name. © 2004 Michael David Morash All rights reserved [comments] => 3 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 43 [informant] => mdmorash [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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