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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392476" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No Wonder Why God Made Us All Mortal Beings...!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fresh flowers, sliced at the stems, on an angle..., <br>so they breathe at the parlour....deeper, longer; <br>still, in two day's they'll lay with the dead...dying, <br>tossed like trash from a black El Camino.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Coffeee, and petit-fours, <br>from Artuso's Bakery <br>awaiting our arrival, <br>from black limousines, <br>to deliver us from death, back to life, <br>to the home of the widow in mourning; <br>and we'll smack our salty lips, <br>at the site of the pasteries, <br>and slap each others backs<br>at the sharing of tell-tale, <br>carry-on 'bout the deceased.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Redundant cliches play a pestilent tune, like: <br>''It's the only time we get together it seems'', <br>and, '''Doesen't he look just like himself'''? <br>And as a child, i would think: Who else would he look like? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sat, and watched the last of the arrangements, <br>flooding the rear of the black El Camino; <br>Saw petals.....all shapes and colours, <br>strewn through the highway wind, <br>streaking past my peripheral view; <br>makes me glance out the tinted glass, <br>at the cars in the faster lanes, <br>counting how many faces <br>were staring back at mine, <br>as we procession to the yard, <br>for last good-byes, <br>Father Quinn leads in prayer; <br>morose toss of roses, <br>Amadeus, <br>passion-red, short stemmed, and thornless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And after the final rose finds rest on the wood, <br>and we all walk away, like zombies on qualudes, <br>i look back o'er my shoulder, and marvel, <br>how all the flowers, <br>now dead..... are irreverantly piled, <br>and i muse as to why they always seem <br>to resemble an Egyptian pyramid.<br>Strange souls we be...When Death arrives; <br>No wonder why God made us mortal...!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+James+Ryan+Jr.">Frank James Ryan Jr.</a><div class=q>
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so they breathe at the parlour....deeper, longer; 
still, in two day's they'll lay with the dead...dying, 
tossed like trash from a black El Camino.

Coffeee, and petit-fours, 
from Artuso's Bak..."></div>
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