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[title] => The Cure
[time] => 2004-08-04 15:58:55
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[bodytext] => I don't get what it is about you that gives me fever until I hear you on the receiver And then I am well of my sickness and I promise not to tell. Cure me daddy with your warm sweet sound So I can envision you later when no one else is around. What is it that makes my head light and my body weak? Only to regain strength when I hear you speak. This is so not me feeling all crazy but all the while you belong to that lady So you will never be truly my baby... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Mysti [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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