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[sid] => 159260
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Summer
[time] => 2010-04-26 19:51:34
[hometext] => retaining the fun of youth; contains allusion to Birches by Robert Frost
[bodytext] => Let the rain roll thin Off your silly summer skin Let the youth die hard Fade into the night It’s years and years yet Until we lose our sight Or did we ever have it Will we ever do? Trading words under trees We mean a thing or two Or we wish we could, Maybe he never knew That the birches swing low For the downward-looking blue Why do you think, sir, It’s always too late for you? It’s still the summer If you let it be Come swing on swings Enjoy your time with me There will always be Time for you to fret Over these times, All the people that you’ve met What sorrows will your eyes Carry on their backs If you never know The summer Your winter lacks [comments] => 2 [counter] => 201 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Chamaron [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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