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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Chosen
[time] => 2004-02-26 14:17:44
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[bodytext] => Memories past drowned in subconcious pools. Doth your sun still shine? Can you still feel the soft rays of light running down your spine? The internal clock of sardonic misfortune has elapsed in the face of star crossed fate. The feast of fools is set in a bouquet of madness, lost in the thornbush of a perverse psyche. Only he who was born in the moon of the tall grass can endure the resurrection of faith's valor. By; Jeremiah D. Normich (The Wordsmith) [comments] => 2 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 25 [informant] => PoeticRequiem [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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