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[aid] => mick
[title] => Icicle
[time] => 2005-05-27 07:58:54
[hometext] => A quick one, tell me what you think
[bodytext] => Softly dropping down Into Scott’s glacier. So white it blinds, So nothing your eyes bleed An empty white. I’m beautiful wet within, I’m shackleton’s whore Waiting in vastness. Lightly dripping deeper, A thousand piercing crystals Prick my blistered pupils And I die a happy Man. Fondness of flowers No longer clouds my head. I love the cold land, The snow land, And my heart is lead And ice. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 43 [informant] => crap_snapper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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