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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351277" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pinup</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense<br>that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup<br>drawings on the wall above a bench of tools.<br>Your ears are ringing with the sound of<br>the mechanic hammering on your exhaust pipe,<br>and as you look closer you notice that this month's<br>is not the one pushing the lawn mower, wearing<br>a straw hat and very short blue shorts,<br>her shirt tied in a knot just below her breasts.<br>Nor is it the one in the admiral's cap, bending<br>forward, resting her hands on a wharf piling,<br>glancing over the tiny anchors on her shoulders.<br>No, this is March, the month of great winds,<br>so appropriately it is the one walking her dog<br>along a city sidewalk on a very blustery day.<br>One hand is busy keeping her hat down on her head<br>and the other is grasping the little dog's leash,<br>so of course there is no hand left to push down<br>her dress which is billowing up around her waist<br>exposing her long stockinged legs and yes the secret<br>apparatus of her garter belt. Needless to say,<br>in the confusion of wind and excited dog<br>the leash has wrapped itself around her ankles<br>several times giving her a rather bridled<br>and helpless appearance which is added to<br>by the impossibly high heels she is teetering on.<br>You would like to come to her rescue,<br>gather up the little dog in your arms,<br>untangle the leash, lead her to safety,<br>and receive her bottomless gratitude, but<br>the mechanic is calling you over to look<br>at something under your car. It seems that he has<br>run into a problem and the job is going<br>to cost more than he had said and take<br>much longer than he had thought.<br>Well, it can't be helped, you hear yourself say<br>as you return to your place by the workbench,<br>knowing that as soon as the hammering resumes<br>you will slowly lift the bottom of the calendar<br>just enough to reveal a glimpse of what<br>the future holds in store: ah,<br>the red polka dot umbrella of April and her<br>upturned palm extended coyly into the rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Billy+Collins">Billy Collins</a><div class=q>
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