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[sid] => 177434
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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Phone Call
[time] => 2013-12-25 10:11:58
[hometext] => This was written when I was a kid, and wanted to spend time with my friend. But her parents didn't approve of me, but they didn't realize I could hear what they were saying.
[bodytext] => The phone call. I phoned you up to play one day. One day when I was young. Your mother went to find you, She left the phone on the side. Your father was there and I heard him say, He didn't want me over to play, Not in his house, not with his child, I heard him say that day. I know I don't belong now. Never really did. I can't change who I am, But I wish you understood. I did come over to play that day. Your mother said I could. I pretended I hadn't heard what your father said. Tried to make it go away. I was very young that day, Many things I don't remember. But that phone call I made that day, That I will never forget. It still hurts. You didn't even know me. But you don't like me. And so I will stay away. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 85 [topic] => 48 [informant] => twitterbird [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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