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[sid] => 82675
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Astray
[time] => 2005-02-02 17:46:57
[hometext] => A poem about Jesus.
[bodytext] => I found Jesus one Tuesday night, sitting in the old Krispy Kreme across the tracks from the school that once taught only negroes. I was just driving thru, but I saw Him, in all His glory. He must have been three-hundred pounds, a workhorse, covered in calluses, draped in beaten flannel, hopelessly stirring His coffee with an Original Glazed, His dark hand turning through pictures in His wallet, crying with His entire body a cry of profound sadness as He kissed the face of a child taken from under His protection, never to return again. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 21 [informant] => butterat_zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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