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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Conversation with a stranger
[time] => 2003-06-02 22:35:00
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[bodytext] => Sometimes when you see my family you tell me how I've been blessed. Two healthy kids a boy and a girl." How lucky you are" No,I think, I'm not lucky and then feel guilty for thinking it. "two is so nice" you say. "you don't know the trouble of having 3 can be. I want to know, I cry inside. I was supposed to know. "Do you think you might have more?" you ask. I have 3, I say silently. My heart cries out in pain. "She had 3," my son says. He's an angel now," "that's nice,' you say. Now I know... You weren't listening. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 253 [topic] => 39 [informant] => ghstangel76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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