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[sid] => 82458
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Untitled
[time] => 2005-02-01 09:57:15
[hometext] => please give comments
[bodytext] => untitled
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I don't talk much but
My head is full of thought
My eyes full of sight
My heart full of pain
The only way to relieve this pain is my pencil pistol
I load my pistol with bullets my words
Then blow all ya'll away with my words of wisdom
I climb the mountain I swim the sea
With my pencil I can be all that i can be
I use my pencil to get away from the pain
It's just me, my pencil, my pads and my thoughts
I use my pencil to trap memories like pictures
It's a disease I can't stop
Ain't no cure
So get used to my pencil
Because I won't stop
[comments] => 2
[counter] => 169
[topic] => 43
[informant] => Paul_Wall
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => oops
)
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