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[aid] => mick
[title] => THE REFLECTION
[time] => 2002-07-29 18:00:16
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[bodytext] => She stood before the mirror,
With arms raised in the air. Why had I not noticed, Her beauty as she combs her hair? When we’re out in public, I often take her hand. It’s then that I’m the proudest, That she chose me as her man. Every little movement, The smile upon her face. No matter what she tries to do, She does with awe and grace. Still before the mirror, She becomes my movie star. She captivates my vision, No matter where we are. Her reflection flashes to me. I see her smiling face. She knows what I am thinking, Anytime and anyplace. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 40 [informant] => Robert_Edgar_Burns [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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