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[aid] => mick
[title] => Grandpa Jake
[time] => 2004-01-14 16:16:20
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[bodytext] => grandpa jake i make music with words i heard you played the accordion traveled the country with a band had many women, a few families you abandoned i wonder if you still write songs in heaven —or is it really quiet, like in catholic church, or waiting rooms maybe i'm too soon in asking but that much peace could drive me crazy imagine, if you knew me like a familiar melody we could spend our time listening tapping our feet to a sweet genetic rhythm, only you and i could make grandpa jake, i understand— the music was the reason you had to keep moving —now, how do i find a soothing lyric for that [comments] => 2 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 43 [informant] => manicmuze [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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