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[aid] => mick
[title] => Thursday Morning
[time] => 2005-01-20 07:13:47
[hometext] => Thurdsay morning....
[bodytext] => As I wake up, And the light brakes, I see that everyone, Is finally awake, As I get up, Out of my bed, I feel a little bump, Right on my head, I'm lucky I could be dead, It's Thursday morning, I walk down the stairs, As I walk past, My mothers decrative bears, As i walk down the stairs to get something to eat, My mother says something to me, You better eat more food today or your not going to be, As I drank my juice, And ate my toast, I smelled something, That was going to roast, So I ask with excite, "Mom whatrs that roasting?", "It's a surprise" she answed, As she walked up the stairs, Passing all the, Decrative bears, I asked to myself, "What could it be?" As all this curiosity, Came over me, "I won't check", "It's a surprise," I will have to wait, "Till the sun rise"....... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Rain_Dancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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