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[title] => The Annointed
[time] => 2008-07-02 15:26:09
[hometext] => Oil
[bodytext] => Precious black gold
Sultry her allure of motion
Vivacious often bold
Boisterous slick with emotion
A rose fom the soil
The cause of commotion
For she does enjoy
Our lack of devotion
The earth we destroy
By way of loco-motion
Avarice her ploy
Of our destruction
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[topicname] => Grief
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