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[aid] => mick
[title] => Splintered Dreams
[time] => 2002-07-19 18:50:27
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[bodytext] => You notched our
names into the maple tree, and fit your body close with mine as we stood in the driving rain that spring day. Softly, you smoothed my hair and said, "This spot is where we'll build our home with hammered oak and bright windows made of painted glass." Your pencil still remains on splintered wood. As I stand in snow covered leaves, on our spot, I call your name and curse the sky. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 234 [topic] => 39 [informant] => ThornMEngla [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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