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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fear
[time] => 2003-10-23 02:50:38
[hometext] => short poem for the holliday
[bodytext] => Fear tastes sweet to me, so wonder whats under the bed. Shiver as you look through the cracks, lie quiet break no twigs, contrive I`m not there. That one little slip, and I rise to take it all, leave you timid, and weak afraid of the dark. Few have ever conquered me a relentless spirit you create. You must live as human, and I? Always to have a home...... Crow [comments] => 6 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 18 [informant] => crow [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Holiday Poetry )
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