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[aid] => mick
[title] => Niave
[time] => 2004-06-24 08:46:43
[hometext] => How do you put the boy back on the farm
[bodytext] => It was summer time Life was as free as the wind Smiles filled every face Cane poles slug over shoulders Dirt roads lead to slews Train rumble a little further down the track Rail road tress a place to drop a line Raspberries were wild and sweet Cards stacked and rang with 15-2 Cold sandwich and a bottle of root beer Each thought a blessing as I am So much of all the naive Still see the face of the first killed Bottom feeder of life all dressed war Never to return to old new dirt filled All the old fishing holes String and hook left for spinning reels Cards now found inside the hand by the coffin Child looks at me and smiles Wild and carefree inside a bottle of Jack Reach forward never to look at where I have come Sweet lips share the past and drive the road Yet there are no payments returned just glimmers of what a man is and was. I wonder where she is today, my child hood memories [comments] => 1 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 65 [informant] => walt [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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