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[aid] => mick
[title] => In Olden Days
[time] => 2004-09-21 07:15:14
[hometext] => Before most of you were born
[bodytext] => In days of yore when I was born Before inventing child's porn. When all is said and all is done, Some of us had us lots of fun. On one of winter's snowy days, I built a snow house..made it glaze, Dug a hole, scooped out inside, Asked in Betty..I grinned with pride. We played at this, we played at that, You might describe me as a rat, But boys are boys and girls are toys, Back then, it was one of my joys. I got a wagon filled with hay, I ask a puff whose name was Mae, I got a horse, with some remorse I had to push both Mae and horse. I took a bus and went downtown, I asked a fluff named Suzy Brown, I took her to a picture show and to the balcony did go. Hands we held, a kiss or two, Untill I heard a sound like WHO!, If t'weren't us and t'weren't you, There is an owl in the old Bijou. I went me to a soda shoppe. I ordered me a fudgee pop, I gave a lick to Mary Jane, One time she drove me quite insane. It's true I played the field a bit, And yet, it's odd ftom where I sit, I grew up as a perfect gent, You saw I started off hell-bent. Some may doubt and some may shrug, Some may think me one big lug, I tell you this and tell you true, I did no more than you did, too. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 7 [informant] => norm [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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