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[sid] => 185395
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Little Liar, Little Man
[time] => 2018-08-30 00:16:29
[hometext] => I have difficulty accepting what I read and hear. I shouldn/'/t, but I do. A hellish childhood can do that, I guess.
[bodytext] =>
Little liar, little man,
six foot four and still I buy
only the bill of goods I sell;
I am nothing, I can’t believe,
compliments that ring like bells;
even when praise flows,
rivers of generosity.
I won’t drink because I know
despite the ceaseless flow,
I am a liar, a little man.
What I write what I say
means nothing as I am
a little liar, a little man.
[comments] => 5
[counter] => 199
[topic] => 75
[informant] => Invierno
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => anguished
)
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