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[sid] => 105682
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Right Hand Glass
[time] => 2005-09-14 09:45:55
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[bodytext] => To my left Jack Daniels, my best friend The one thats there when a helping hand needs to be lent Jack and i have a Canadian Club thats full of Americans He listens to what i have to say and doesnt say much, so i dont feel like i'm getting interrupted all the time. But in this club i get depressed because i'm the only one there, I might go to the club at the wrong time but i dont know for sure, because im there all the time Jack Daniels by my side. I feel empty at the end of the night like my best friend. but Jack is always empty before he is even full,.. I'm full of emptyness And full of Jack Theres always questions i need to ask, but the only one that will listen is sitting in my Right Hand Glass. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bubbletoes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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