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[aid] => mick
[title] => Spacial Credence
[time] => 2005-03-25 05:14:47
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[bodytext] => The anaesthetic buries me, Darkness has a firm grasp. Plato find me my home, Mind me no remorse. Sadness lingers in the morning, Say goodbye to Russia, burdened by the waning, soon all will be over. Then shake the Earth and tremble, questioning my faith, I left for Mars not to return, prevailed by ancient morrows. I see the picture of spacemen, handling my reverence, a holy image of Spok, I am almost there. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 18 [informant] => blakis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Holiday Poetry )
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