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[sid] => 83697
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Fountain of Knowledge
[time] => 2005-02-09 17:31:35
[hometext] => Composed in my History class....comments please.
[bodytext] => All I know, is what I've been told, Ancient secrets, have yet to unfold. I am now given only a hand to hold. So the mystery of myself, Has left my bed cold. Paper, my friend, how I loathe thee, Why are you the only one, Who takes interest and believes in me? When am I ever worthy, Worthy to be seen? Only from others, Attention is so mean. Sometimes I feel less than any other, human being. What I've been told, Is not all I've gained. As tainted as life may be, My spirit remains stained. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ROUGE [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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