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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389621" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Who Am I? I Am!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">who am i? <br>whose voice do you hear<br>when i growl? <br>whose face do you see<br>when i moan? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am the train<br>that hasnt come<br>for twenty years, <br>the tracks left to whimper<br>like a deserted bride.<br>i am the lock rusted, <br>and the key that is lost.<br>i am the cross of silver<br>on the neck of the corpse.<br>i am the soldier come home<br>to no home at all.<br>i am the father burying<br>his only son.<br>i am the vote not cast, <br>the prayer unspoken.<br>i am the homeless shelter, <br>and the house in the suburbs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am the husband and wife, <br>splitting after 25 years.<br>i am the abused child, <br>the worker without a job.<br>i am two young men who are<br>in passionate love, <br>and the families that <br>turned their backs.<br>i am the young boy and girl<br>making love for the first time, <br>when nothing else matters.<br>i am the empty church, <br>and the library closed down.<br>i am laws that take away<br>the individual's rights.<br>i am a poet, a hammer, a wheelbarrow, <br>and a bag of used clothes, <br>left on the doorstep<br>of the family in need....</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>
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whose voice do you hear
when i growl? 
whose face do you see
when i moan? 

i am the train
that hasnt come
for twenty years, 
the tracks left to whimper
like a deserted bride.
i am the lock rusted, 
and the key that is lost.
i am the cr..."></div>
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