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[title] => When she died.
[time] => 2009-04-27 13:42:05
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[bodytext] => That’s not how it was, shiny white teeth, cigarette hanging from mouth, picture perfect health. When she died we choked together in a smoked filled room. Madison Avenue didn’t come and shoot that layout, freeze frame it for their summer bill board blitz. Get the next generation to start lighting up look cool stand out in their crowd. When she died we sat there ashtrays filled with half burnt butts. Her smoking through a surgical implanted hole in her throat, and me promising I was gonna quit. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 25 [informant] => fanniesson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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