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[sid] => 117501
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A Wicked Game
[time] => 2006-04-01 10:31:16
[hometext] => life...the most painful sexually transmitted disease
[bodytext] => Life, it plays on. Like a wicked game, Only known by few, And played in secret. Evil murmurs. Hush, don't tell. Hope, the juvenile idyll, Still blossoming expectantly, In the hearts of millions, Who haven't learnt there are no rules to the game. Nervous mumurs, Hush, don't tell. Living is always hopeful, But life is not always living, And hope is never in life. So in forfeting my place, I will win this game. Anguished murmurs, Hush, don't tell. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 21 [informant] => felicitous [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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