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[sid] => 128971
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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Tickle
[time] => 2006-12-03 03:47:31
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[bodytext] => my wife my dying life my trife oh, trying beyond what is right i've stolen i gave only under the light to turn but I Am wrong she always says i would be better if i didn't try i swear sometimes i could i could put it into a song the pain the pain of how things, i am wrong my life my strife it's all i got twisted like the vocabulary of my dying figure why i must be apart of the light where my delusions hang like a broken man from a hanging tree i have tasted a mandrake root i have kissed her leather boots and when she told me to lick them i was there but, now it seems that she was testing me tantalizing her truths with my integrety made me the bottom feed took in the shmuck and made me her life my ***** wife I lick her boots ate the mandrake root learnful pain i'd do it all the same [comments] => 1 [counter] => 246 [topic] => 43 [informant] => rhei76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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