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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Guide
[time] => 2004-05-01 20:32:02
[hometext] => I sat with my father, on the edge of the bed the day before he died
[bodytext] => Why did you leave it to hands unsure as yours. We sat covered with the blanket of father and son. I had talked the words you will take to eternity, you answering in rhyme to leave me search. Father forgive me, and I will you as we laughed through the tears. Sit with me this is all you will need, a father to the son. Weathered and drawn from my time in this world, now from my hands to yours. That moment is all that counted, in two lives once shared. I stand true to your hands that guided as your bones bleach white....Crow [comments] => 2 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Crow [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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