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[aid] => mick
[title] => East Coast Bandit
[time] => 2005-03-03 19:03:02
[hometext] => i dont really know how i feel about this poem.
[bodytext] => Who wants a life where you die Before you even know the meaning of a lie I am six years old My hair is the color of the finest gold I can’t sleep at night Your maniacal laughing leaves me Staring at the sky Adolescence is just what they call lost years Forget them at twenty five The first semester is gone The pro is no heartbreak The con is never knowing love You are alcohol And I am straightedge I want you so bad But then I won’t be one of them Part of the scene The movie is filmed The actors have left Its just one more night of diet soda And playing bass by myself You can’t be in the band You can’t steal my identity Bandit from the East coast If you’re going to regret it Then don’t even bother remembering it [comments] => 1 [counter] => 516 [topic] => 43 [informant] => xbleedingheart [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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