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[aid] => mick
[title] => Me
[time] => 2004-08-15 20:14:37
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[bodytext] => You wanted me to do a poem about myself But ain't it obvious? I'm an elf Although I'm short, I don't need a report I have long hair, that loves the air My butt may be a bit ghetto, Though I wish what was stuck in me was a stiletto, I won't die just yet, you can bet. I've just started this rhyming bit, though I might get hit. I like what Jerios taught me, as it might be. I don't see why this is so fun, But it had to be done. I can't drive a car, or go to a bar. I love riding horses, through the forces. My eyes are brown, those make me frown. I have no new car, that won't get me far But I have a motorbike, and an ex named mike [comments] => 4 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 43 [informant] => fallin_angel_lover [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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