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[aid] => mick
[title] => First Love
[time] => 2004-10-03 09:04:52
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[bodytext] => She seemed to bob on a matted silver bike I watched for not yet able to reach the high seat, working her way up car-free Penn Street, and I would make as if I hadn't seen her when she passed, first feeling then what regret was, but worst of all was evenings in autumn when she rode home down across Main Street through smoke of burning leaves with the moon, a soft round lantern, hanging over the trees. from: The Butler Pennsylvania Poems [comments] => 2 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 24 [informant] => Charles [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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