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[aid] => mick
[title] => THE MULE AND THE MARE
[time] => 2002-10-05 06:40:00
[hometext] => Sometimes the lost love is as real as the lover's Now, or moreso. But . . .
[bodytext] => My johnny mule is a little slower than
Your Morarb mare at the gallop, but Cantering along this lane, stirrup to stirrup They are stride for stride. Companions Of many such jaunts; red mule, paint mare, Moving in easy syncopation. Companions, too, are we, of many journeys. Long time Friends, long time lovers. A mile along, In our secret trysting place we move Together in easy syncopation in a ritual As old as spring, as new as today. Then, I Speak your name and find myself at my bench, in my shop, and you far away with someone else. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 22 [informant] => aernby [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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