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[aid] => mick
[title] => Poor Old Me
[time] => 2008-01-19 10:28:14
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[bodytext] => I’m here thinking of my life How my life was played Out Did I sell it for riches of Green back and gold For diamonds that sparkle’s And blind my eyes, Just to say, I have all these Riches To satisfy my neighbors approval Do my expectations leave a bit To be desired? Oh’ no, I am just old me cannot Change.. The diamonds I have is few and Gold is fewer Keep it hiding away so the thieves Want slay for such cheap riches I am just that old plain Jane, tryin To be hidden Poor the bone trying to swim Above water.. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 219 [topic] => 43 [informant] => honey56 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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