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[aid] => mick
[title] => Weird
[time] => 2003-10-14 22:26:00
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[bodytext] => Weird I’m standing in the rain, Yet I’m not getting wet. I’m yelling at the top of my lungs, Yet no one seems to notice. I’m running with scissors, Yet I never seem to fall. I’m walking under a latter, Yet the paint doesn’t fall on my head. I’m singing off key, Yet the birds sing along. I’m chasing a black cat, Yet I feel like the luckiest man alive. Is it just my day… Or what? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 23 [informant] => Jeff_Scott_Morehead [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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