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[sid] => 52839
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The War Field
[time] => 2004-06-20 09:04:16
[hometext] => Another metaphorical poem
[bodytext] => I would be afraid to come home In fear of what I might see there I would hide in my room Like a bomb shelter it would protect me from WW3 outside But bombs are loud and I would hear them crashing on to my mothers neck like it was the war field He was the soldier She was the civilian As he fought She felt the pain Then one night the war reached its climax The soldiers bomb exploded killing the civilian He didnt care He climbed the hill to find the next civilian But I had already fled. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 198 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Dying_angel_2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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