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[sid] => 149510
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Windows use to be for sunshine.
[time] => 2009-04-29 12:14:25
[hometext] => Needs some work...but feel free to critique.
[bodytext] => The daisy rests In a tidy, glass vase Upon my ragged dresser. The only beauty Inside the entire room. It holds a million memories From that single day. And even though it's uncanny, I'd sworn it could hold out in the rain. The daisy starts to wilt, In the dry, glass vase Upon my dusty dresser. I give it attention And feed my memory life, Only to watch it fade. All my hope and faith In just another plant, How foolish of me To think it indestructible. The daisy remains pressed In an old photo album, Unwilling to be restored. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 227 [topic] => 22 [informant] => HonestInk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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