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[sid] => 62232
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Mistaken Identity
[time] => 2004-09-01 19:22:49
[hometext] => Sometimes we trigger things in others with how we comment on what they say.
[bodytext] => The kids had been loud, coming in from school. Dinner was ready the oven was hot, my nerves that day, were really shot. Your favorite was waiting and ready for you. The pains I took just knowing that you, would love it to find all that was here, favorite food, candle lite dinner, kids having already been fed. I waited and waited, as time wore on, I started to worry maybe something had gone wrong. Accident, car wreck, working late again, my mind I was loosing with worry and woe. Finally I hear the car out front, my worries over, a smile on my face, he's home no worries, I went to the door. Sorry lady, stopped off for one with my friend, the guy never knows to just say when. Those were your first words, not hey hun I'm home.....you never drink and till then never told lies. It wasn't the liquoir I smelled on your breath, but the perfume of your friend....what is he gay. I remember asking you that in my nasty little way. Dinner was ruined, and everything else, that was a memory sorry to say. So to someone on here who thought I had stalked, played a game with a comment about what they wrote, no you just jogged a memory from out of my past. I promise not to scare you with any more, but will keep my comments where they belong when I read things that make my heart bleed. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 208 [topic] => 50 [informant] => rhyme_me_to_sleep [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ApologyPoetry )
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