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[aid] => mick
[title] => Aim
[time] => 2009-05-28 09:38:16
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[bodytext] => Aim for a stout beacon from behind, ceaseless deeds of yesterday with ample shoulders. Each will have his saddled efforts: Jesus, Moses, a child who eyes jail's sedate chaos with lust. Elms twisted unkink and refresh, embers glow, entrenched in golden troves, distracted from the modern odes us people trumpet today. Cue the queries: are we worse off than yesteryear, in essence--their old tea leaves new divulsions under U V rays? Double use made obsolescence, you exclaim: why belie that beacon, when easier is a zenith strung in past! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 44 [informant] => screwge [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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