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[aid] => mick
[title] => Untitled
[time] => 2005-02-01 09:57:15
[hometext] => please give comments
[bodytext] => untitled ------------------------------------------- I don't talk much but My head is full of thought My eyes full of sight My heart full of pain The only way to relieve this pain is my pencil pistol I load my pistol with bullets my words Then blow all ya'll away with my words of wisdom I climb the mountain I swim the sea With my pencil I can be all that i can be I use my pencil to get away from the pain It's just me, my pencil, my pads and my thoughts I use my pencil to trap memories like pictures It's a disease I can't stop Ain't no cure So get used to my pencil Because I won't stop [comments] => 2 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Paul_Wall [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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