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[title] => A ceremony where the guests refused to stop holding there breath
[time] => 2008-03-02 21:30:48
[hometext] => None of my poems have hidden meanings :)
[bodytext] => A marriage
A boot to a spoon
They were picked by a half bird man from Abus
To the bells of the church
To the sound of birch on soft white buttocks
She is the spoon for the spooning
He is the boot for the booting
and in the center the seed of doubt
all this blown from an old woman's snout
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