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[aid] => mick
[title] => Literature
[time] => 2005-03-19 17:31:56
[hometext] => comments are appreciated... good or bad
[bodytext] => It’s just a book that I created But I covered it with you It was a verse born In the mysteries of my heart O’ the works of it. It could be called poetry Or a lover’s hymn of truth It could be called a scripture But I’d rather call it ‘you.’ It’s in every page Written by the ink inside my soul It’s a foolish costly wage To write it wherever I might go There’s no eraser to this ink That from my heart it seems to bleed So no mistake was made By my pen’s sweet loving deed. So in my heart you’re poetry itself Because I wrote it so Words tossed into the wind To follow you where you will go. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 2 [informant] => SLiM_eLviS [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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