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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Words
[time] => 2004-01-09 17:17:53
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[bodytext] => Pen on paper, begin to fly going on without so much as a sigh. Scribbled words from my heart from my mind, they begin part. With such a rush I do find I've lost track of everything. Especially time. It brings so much glee To life so bleak. Gives me strength When I am weak. My pen keeps moving Though I've stopped thinking. My heart now, Is doing all the stringing. For now I think not Of what is around. Only of pain or joy, Or love abound. My words are alive. On paper, in me. Nothing exists That could bring me such glee. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Elf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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