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[aid] => Mick
[title] => ode to pink sweater
[time] => 2002-11-15 03:00:00
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[bodytext] => kinda layed face down on the grass this evening. i got a little dirty but i didnt mind. i was just waiting for the grass to grow over me and my pink sweater. i didnt want to cry anymore though, just wanted mama to fix me some macaroni. i then rolled over, to see if the clouds were gone. but they wernt. me and my pink sweater stayed here for a long time.
then wind blew in my ear and told me it promised that the clouds would move soon, and that the macaroni was done. i smiled. i didnt move for a while though, just sat and thought about what the wind had told me and smiled real good. my pink sweater and i started to see the clouds move and the sun shined through them a little. it made me happy that the wind had kept his word. i waited for another little bit and watched the clouds move around. then the sun was gleaming onto my face, and made me and my pink sweater warm again. i didnt really want to move. the flowers came out and made that pretty smell for my nose. the bugs crawled over me, i named them all and smiled at them. a bird sang a song for my ears, and reminded me about the macaroni my mama made me. i stayed here with my pink sweater for a long while. i just smiled at the sun and ate the macaroni my mama made me. im glad i waited with my pink sweater. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 290 [topic] => 21 [informant] => herecomesthesun [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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