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[sid] => 142040
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The true story of Saint Valentine
[time] => 2008-05-01 09:45:41
[hometext] => I never cared for the story so it occured to me that I should write my own.
[bodytext] => Please forgive me,
I am prone to having fits
And killing lovers.
If you cannot see,
The river where I left you is a lake.
The home that I knew is a cell.
This will be my last letter,
This will be my last day,
You will know me again soon enough my dear,
Signed Valentine
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[informant] => Zork
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[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
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[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => Grief
)
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