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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Critic
[time] => 2004-12-16 10:47:07
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[bodytext] => My poetry betrays me like my love I say I don't care but God above Reminds me everyday That I am so much less, unless I pray And hidden in the rhymes There hides my valentine My poetry betrays me all the time And drink apparently does not conceal In fact I say my love reveals Now yellow is my color And so without a lover I storm the walls of hell to find another You come to criticize my rhyme To wallow in the curses of my time I know you have no life You know you have no wife And now it seems we're married I'm your vice My poetry betrays me all the time I do not write in blood I write in wine And you write from without What is this all about? It seems you're destined, to come out [comments] => 1 [counter] => 260 [topic] => 35 [informant] => xrockstheheart [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => SpecialOccassion )
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