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[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Regrets
[time] => 2002-10-22 21:00:00
[hometext] => This is another one of my "what it means to be a Man" poems. A Man can hear the news of his friend's death, and say "Ho-hum. That's a pity." and get on with things. This poem is about how my experiences as a man contradict this aspect of being a Man.
[bodytext] => I wish I’d lied
When I told you The truth Of how I felt. How nothing matters When you speak, Or when you Leave me out. I wish I’d lied The time I said I think of you At night, And how the sun Is worthless if I can’t enjoy Your sight. I wish I hadn’t Told you That I’d marry On a whim, Or that I said “I Love you.” Whilst the chorus Sang their hymn. I wish I hadn’t spent Those sixty years Right by your side, Or helping every way I could Those years before you died. I wish that I Could have kissed you On the night That you were slain, For even Lucifer Was spared from This unending pain. If even one of those Had been the real, God-awful truth, I wouldn’t be right here today, a-hanging from this noose. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 237 [topic] => 24 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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