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[aid] => Mick
[title] => lament of lost youth
[time] => 2003-02-10 02:00:00
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[bodytext] => Lament Over Lost Youth
This morning spring came, breeze mild and buds sprung into wide-open blooms hungrily asking to be pollinated. I made love to a sixty one year old woman her belly is a yellow jelly mountain, her thighs are made of shivering cellulite and her Venus is a bottomless well of nothingness. Later that day I walked passed a dead tree that would never feel the spring and no birds shall ever sit on its drying branches singing the young year in. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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