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[aid] => mick
[title] => What Makes the World Go 'Round
[time] => 2009-09-13 13:55:03
[hometext] => What makes the world go round is a matter of individual opinions. Here's my take on it.
[bodytext] => The Minstrel's voice, the harp's sweet song, the joyful heart am I. The Warrior's pride, I may not speak, but in every child I lie. The Mother's tear, the Father's prayer, the Prodigal's welcome home. It doesn't matter what they have done, nor how far they roam. The soldiers fight for me alone, I'm with them every hour, I'm with the trembling maid that waits within her wedding bower. I'm with you everywhere you go, even in your death. I attended at your birth, help with your final breath. The hand that cools your sweating brow is I along with you There is for me that some would not aught refuse to do. I am the fire in the young man's eyes when he sees his blushing bride If any come between the two, then, great woes betide! I have been since the dawn of time, and always will be, As long as there is one alone who spares a thought for me. You have seen me every day, in every little touch I'm the one who calms your soul when the world is just too much. I am the force that drives you on, when you think that you will fail I'm the one who holds you fast within the storm and gale. I am love, that blessed thing, the one that gives hope wings. You find me every single time you hear a minstrel sing. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 19 [informant] => Thirteen-Songbirds [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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