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[aid] => mick
[title] => Argument
[time] => 2003-11-22 10:18:48
[hometext] => quick rhyme
[bodytext] => It cuts me cold, cuts me to the core, a bitter wound, an open sore, a shalllow plea I do deplore, to lift this sorrow, nevermore. Some stinging words, with thoughtless meaning, I look for a sign of wisdom gleaning from you tired eyes and feathered preening, but your heartless actions have sent my reeling. You cut me down and left to roam, there's no help for me, no sacred tome, you left this house, left our home, because you don't love me, I'm all alone. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 235 [topic] => 32 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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