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[aid] => mick
[title] => flower made of sand
[time] => 2004-11-19 16:42:10
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[bodytext] => helping myself the best way i know how, i speak to the trees and give a bow, a simple note in time the ways off wisdom seem to rhyme, tales and stories in my ears, washing away all of my tears, feeling magick in the air, a life so bright and fair, singing in the sunlight that the dome of willows let through, i remember clinging to you, with a comfort no one could ever demand, you stood for me to be my man, walking in the soft pale sand, a white buding flower in my hand, i ask for nothing more, but this feeling to last and that life doesnt go by so fast....... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 54 [informant] => blackholesun [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => happypoetry )
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