Array ( [sid] => 183912 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => TREASURE [time] => 2017-01-16 13:49:19 [hometext] => Kids surprise [bodytext] => Into the attic I creep.
Just for a tiny peek.
They wont ever know.
I/'/ll go real slow.

A pirate trunk to find.
Jolly Roger, and that kind.
Slowly open to look.
It/'/s empty but one book.

Soiled and old, yet it gleams.
First page open by seam.
Dear Diary, today I cry,
I met this nice guy.

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TREASURE
Date: Monday, 16th January 2017 @ 01:49:19 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: poewhit
Into the attic I creep.
Just for a tiny peek.
They wont ever know.
I/'/ll go real slow.

A pirate trunk to find.
Jolly Roger, and that kind.
Slowly open to look.
It/'/s empty but one book.

Soiled and old, yet it gleams.
First page open by seam.
Dear Diary, today I cry,
I met this nice guy.

from my poem book - DREAMS

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