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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Assignment...
[time] => 2002-10-17 12:30:00
[hometext] => This is my uni assignment, a few verses using all types of metre, thought I'd just post it up here anyway... this is a poem in anapaests...
[bodytext] => We gave all that we had to a man by a tomb,
Who told ladies in writing he'd give them kids soon, But now as we sit waiting we realise at last, That the statues of Egypt don't work very fast. So we sit cold with nothing, not one thing to do, Supersticion proves pointless when you're left this blue, And now we must all wonder, just how we shall cope, Camping out in a desert of parental hope. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Phildel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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