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[aid] => mick
[title] => Butterflies
[time] => 2004-11-10 16:53:45
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[bodytext] => Butterflies always flew high in that field. We'd watch them for hours with our eyes kept peeled. Forever they'd move, they'd flap and they'd flop, Forever flying, in an abyss nonstop. For three years they've flown without a single break, for three years we've watched them for our own fallen sake. But today is different, it's something knew, Something to different it seems untrue. Today the field seems silently wrong, today I hear no flapping song. Today the field has no sound, as the buttereflies lay motionless, on the cold, cold ground. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 13 [informant] => n0body [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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