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[sid] => 89918
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Poem
[time] => 2005-04-04 22:01:10
[hometext] => This is just a fun poem I wrote years ago...thought I'd share....
[bodytext] => This little bit of nothing I call my piece of prose Is what I think of purple hair And and rings within one's nose I am always amazed when people stop and stare And whispers naughty comments about one's purple hair The ring in nose confuses me yet it's not for me to please I only wonder how one copes, if perchance they sneeze The bottom line is this, when people are too mean I have to stop and stare at them, are they just being green? Carol [comments] => 2 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 43 [informant] => freckle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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