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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Yosemite
[time] => 2003-09-02 04:35:00
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[bodytext] => Valley, I could ever make you my camp. Stream is rapid, flowing so cool by here. Night's tent-light comes by our kerosene lamp. I have stove and skillet frying steaks sear. Little use, Jim, watching close for tame deer. Better open eyes for hungry wild bears. We can eat chuck downing feast with cold beer. Sitting low on canvas bottom fold chairs, we've left home behind with city's great cares. Time to take our ease and make next day's plans. Stores are made secured in plain Tupperwares. Better guarded, I guess, using sealed cans. Darkness hides that huge rock face from sight's view. We will see it closer after day's stew. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 249 [topic] => 27 [informant] => ramfire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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