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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Karma</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked down over the valley, <br>Over the verdant green and trees, <br>And suddenly felt so humbled<br>That he sighed, and fell to his knees, <br>He'd only been out a single day<br>With the world before him spread, <br>So still he could hear those prison gates<br>As they'd clanged behind, in his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'd finished his twenty seven years<br>He'd paid society's due, <br>Locked in a cell of eight by ten<br>For the things that he'd had to do, <br>He'd shown no mercy to Annabel, <br>No more to the Widow Peak, <br>He'd drowned them, just as he meant to do<br>When they'd met, in less than a week.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He thrilled at the thought of their staring eyes<br>As he held them down in the bath, <br>Watching their lives leach out of them, <br>Just as he'd done with Kath, <br>There'd been so many, he'd not confessed<br>But been convicted for two, <br>The other ten would have got him life<br>Without reprieve, if they knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went to live in the valley<br>Rented a cottage under the trees, <br>Owned by a man called Anderson<br>Who'd visited him for years, <br>He'd said he knew of a valley where<br>He could start his life again, <br>He'd said, ‘Now here is your second chance, <br>Back in the world of men! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wandered round in the cottage<br>Took in the bathroom at a glance, <br>Took in the nice deep marble tub<br>With a smirk and a rub of his hands, <br>The village was just a walk away<br>But he'd give it a day or two, <br>Then check for a widow or single girl<br>At the store, as he wandered through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He spent the night reminiscing<br>Thinking of all those staring eyes, <br>Of Kristen Poole, that silly young fool<br>That he'd fed with outrageous lies, <br>Her mouth had flapped like a goldfish<br>As she fought in a bleak despair, <br>But nearly a foot of water lay<br>Between her face and the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And who was that girl, that Marigold, <br>That he'd met in the Shop ‘n Save? <br>He'd thought that her name was Sanderson, <br>She didn't know how to behave, <br>She'd said her brother looked out for her<br>Would interfere with her fun, <br>But once in a bath of water, <br>It would only be fun for one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lay and stared at the ceiling as<br>He felt quite suddenly cold, <br>The name of his mentor Anderson<br>Came creeping back to his soul, <br>He heard the rushing of water<br>Off in the distance, up on the heights, <br>And made his way to the village<br>Lying in darkness, deep in the night, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cottages all were empty<br>So was the chapel, totally bare, <br>The door of the shop was open<br>Nothing but garbage left in there, <br>He turned and ran up the village street<br>But the thunder was hard at his heels, <br>When a wall of water, ten feet high<br>Rushed over the verdant fields.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They'd opened the sluices at the dam<br>To flood the Valley at night, <br>To turn it into a reservoir<br>For a city that lay nearby, <br>The villagers had been gone for a month<br>But they stood and they watched the tide, <br>Flooding their tiny cottages<br>While Anderson laughed, and cried! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">11 November 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Over the verdant green and trees, 
And suddenly felt so humbled
That he sighed, and fell to his knees, 
He'd only been out a single day
With the world before him spread, 
So still he could hear those prison gates
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