<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387973" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Can Feel...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">she said: <br>'you're not a poet, <br>you're just an old man...<br>old hat, old beard, <br>even your socks are old! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'yes, and my socks<br>are full of holes...<br>when i walk across<br>the bare floor i can feel...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and therein lies<br>the poetry!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387973" data-title="I Can Feel... de Eric Cockrell" data-description="she said: 'you're not a poet, you're just an old man... old hat, old beard, even your socks are old! ' 'yes, and my socks are full of holes... when i walk across the bare floor i can feel...' and therein lies the poetry!"></div> </div> </div>

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