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[aid] => mick
[title] => When I grow up...
[time] => 2004-05-01 07:03:54
[hometext] => Growing up is so sad. To paraphrase the 'Borg', Resistance is futile.
[bodytext] => Laughing, tumbling, running and twirling
Wtih little feet and even smaller hands
You chase your smile with happy schemes
Your busy day is filled with many dreams
When all the castles in the sky are built
And all the games of Imagine are won
Remember always these magic moments
The days of youth are done
Tiny giggles give way to grown-up sins
Countless games cede to pointed 'goals'
Keep always those precious moments close
Because grown-up hearts truly need child-like souls
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[counter] => 252
[topic] => 32
[informant] => reprobate
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 31
[ratings] => 7
[editpoem] => 0
[associated] =>
[topicname] => SadPoetry
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