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[aid] => mick
[title] => Childhood Games
[time] => 2005-06-08 20:27:37
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[bodytext] => Dominoes stand, front to back, when one falls down, they all collapse into a little stack of judgement lapse. A king cannot rule the battle field, without pawns to force the agressers yield, or bishops to advise a reasonable deal, keeping victory forever sealed. "King me!" when you reach the end. Put them together, like old friends, to take control, well, that depends, if broken fences they can mend. When a player gets tired of playing games, grows to realize it's not the same, does that mean that they have changed? Or have they just gotten old? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 16 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FriendshipPoetry )
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