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[sid] => 59982
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Run Dry
[time] => 2004-08-13 06:08:38
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[bodytext] => So much greed in this concrete play ground, so much hatred its hard to believe. This was suposed to be a gift from god, but look now what they have done. When i was young.. we used to have a field. We used to sit out in the sun, our lives had just begun. Now that times past, the fields have been trashed. Its too late to cry, And all we know might die. Do you think you can hear our mother earth shed her tears? Is it too late to try.... Have the water wells run dry. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 27 [informant] => x_midnight_x [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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