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[sid] => 56346
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Fields
[time] => 2004-07-15 23:06:28
[hometext] => I wrote this for school the day the WTC was struck. It was read to the school during our memorial for the tragedy.
[bodytext] => Come, my children, to the fields. Come and play with the fairies. Come play music with the elves. Come fly with the dragons. Come, my children, and play in the fields. For the world around you is dying. Evil is conquering the unbelievers. Good is making a hasty retreat. Come, my children, and play in the fields. Where the roses grow no thorns. Come, my children, 'tis growing cold. I fear the evil is coming. Listen well, my children, hear my words. If you believe in the fields you will stay pure. Come, my children, to the fields. Come and play with the fairies. Come play music with the elves. Come fly with the dragons. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 39 [informant] => inseineangel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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