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[aid] => mick
[title] => Candon City Cathedral Doorway
[time] => 2010-01-23 04:59:29
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[bodytext] => Men were descending, a treacherous course. Of what the children wouldn’t know. And of similar penalty, the suspect would grow and sever the unkempt of freer woman. They were the bodies forming in the snow. They lay there alone, left legless by their own admission, victims in the seduct of the night. Still; there they lay when the law came down. Stones were thrown and their loose men stood in front of them. Its wonder they could lose. A fibre. How one single fibre could stretch and intertwined when underneath that woman lost a name, gained another. Such lady, emerge under Candon City cathedral doorway. Such lady, sit under night for the animus son. Such lady, no more bathed children under the gaze of the gilded sun. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 123 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Russellsc [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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