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[aid] => mick
[title] => New Age
[time] => 2004-06-27 19:20:49
[hometext] => this is a older poem that I've had one another site but I've done work on it and wanted you to read it. I've not been around since may but I love this site . And all the girls with hearts too make love for that special man. (smiles)
[bodytext] => I only remember some of it now. And only vaguely dim and subliminally. That gloomy nighttime. The night we had the problem. Finding the wine tester that disappeared. It was Sunday nightfall. After the twilight services, at church. The Royal Temple of an Assembly for God. People gathered together to call summoning. In the lower house, a dance ball. He had been missing since Thursday. Noon, after a slow and warm rain. While helping the girls, taking care of a horse. A stranger arrived, in front of the house, worried. Someone had been killed, along the steep sea cliffs. By storming bats. Songs, of hunting or sweatness. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 40 [informant] => gary [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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