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[sid] => 165090
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Her Dance: Memories of a Mens Club
[time] => 2011-03-04 19:45:35
[hometext] => Wrote this awhile ago, when I worked in a Mens Club
[bodytext] => The music starts, inadequacies develop. Natural beauty's a tarantula dance. Place where Molson is king, they are his servants. Enjoy themselves when he say, sleep now when he calls. Societal norms, checked at the door, keep your loaded pistols your platonic eys. This is her place, this is your dance. The face you see is not the one that cries. The name you call is not the one that answers. Let them take those dreams and replace them with yourself. For this is her place and this is her dance. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 203 [topic] => 25 [informant] => eggflipper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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