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[sid] => 71129
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Who am I?
[time] => 2004-11-11 18:49:24
[hometext] => I wrote this poem 4 fun. Write a regular comment and a possible awnser with it if you want 2 respond.
[bodytext] => He walks silently blending with the scene Stalking, waiting silently so he cannot be seen. Waiting till you turn around waiting to maul, Waiting till he stabs you so he can end it all. His white mask gleams in the moon light, dark holes for his eyes. How he breaths, I don't know, but hes not one of those regular guys He waits until you turn around, and waiting to maul, Waiting till he stabs you, so he can end it all. WHO AM I? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 204 [topic] => 43 [informant] => TheNextRobertFrost [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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