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[sid] => 114000
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Red Paint
[time] => 2006-01-30 18:58:15
[hometext] => This Poem Is About War, And How Far ManKind Has Fallen.
[bodytext] => The green grass is painted red, which no one can see, listen to and learn from the dead, as they cry out, over time I have learned from them because I listened to them, they once told me, " History Repeats Itself ", I have learned from, and listened to the dead, as they cried out to me, but then later in life, I heard something else from the dead, " Mankind Rests On God's Shoulder, And Each Time Blood Is Spilled, We Move Colser To The Edge ". [comments] => 2 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 8 [informant] => Red_Paint [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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