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[sid] => 84178
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Anguish of the dollar
[time] => 2005-02-12 22:02:03
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[bodytext] => Twenty seven dollars left till pay day. I asked my daughter to save three of it. Enough for the dance tonight. Oh my God! She says, tossing two aside, Oh the pain. Lord why couldn't I be rich? I asked God? Her, and her friend diasappears in Wal-Mart. Few minutes to gather my- composer. I needed to buy three cans of hot beans. A chili supper tonight Hurt feelings. Should things like this bother me? I guess not. But it did, and it hurt so Life goes on. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 63 [informant] => Wesley_Dale_Willis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => hbadday )
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