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[aid] => mick
[title] => Bond Beginnings
[time] => 2002-09-23 21:10:00
[hometext] => This is a poem about my fraternity, Phi Delta Theta. If any of you are Phi Delts or know of any Phi Delts, you will probably be able to relate pretty well to this. For those of you outside of North America, this should give you a pretty good idea of the awe and wonder that goes along with being in a college fraternity.
[bodytext] => In the days following the collapse of Rome,
The piper came and left. He led to Truth the few who followed, while others were bereft. The few who followed learned at once the fortune in their choice and smiled on their little clan, enthralled by Reason’s voice. They formed a Bond between themselves and sanctified their name. From that day forth, those men all knew nothing was the same. Their purpose became clearly known to every person there. Praise God, seek Truth, and help your Brothers. They were all aware. They spent some time out in those woods with what the piper knew. They took it in, and learned of Life until they knew it too. For eight short weeks, they stayed out there with the piper pariah while all around them, forests whispered a magic word, Phikeia. They came back then into our world and stayed forever bound, while reveling in truth and wisdom and everything else they’d found. They realized quickly that their knowledge had to be passed on and sought out individuals worthy of their Bond. In darkened caves and secret rooms they met and shared their thoughts. For centuries, their rites were done every chance they got. Sometimes other folks would learn a thing or two of them, and try to form their own such group without the Truths within. Those other groups could never grasp why they weren’t as great as the Brothers that they had admired since their birthing date. The wisdom of the piper shall forever carry on from the oldest of our Brethren to the newest in our Bond. The Truths of life, for their own sake, are ours, and ours alone; for others who have sought the same have wound up finding none. I live my life by those great words from our originator, forever glad to have signed the Bond of our Phi Delta Theta. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 198 [topic] => 38 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
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