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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398650" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lament</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was but a primary school boy<br>I would play with a girl<br>as my mate<br>and she had freckles<br>close to her nose<br>and red hair swishing<br>in a neat ponytail</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I would blush<br>when she gave me<br>a innocent kiss<br>and my heart <br>would miss a beat<br>and we would share our sandwiches<br>or eat each others<br>and to me that girl was really neat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I got a little older<br>I was really shy, when a lovely girl <br>caught my eye<br>and I would walk her home <br>after class<br>and we would talk <br>about our dreams<br>and go together to the library<br>and for a swim at the town pool</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she would watch me<br>doing athletics and playing rugby<br>and I would watch her<br>playing netball </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and sometimes I would surprise her<br>with a rose or two<br>or with some chocolates<br>and get some French kisses<br>and her blue eyes sparkled<br>and she was more than just cool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was in metric<br>I met a beautiful girl at the beach<br>where she was tanning<br>and her eyes devoured me<br>and I was full of confidence<br>and electricity leaped between us<br>and that summer holiday<br>she taught me a thing or two<br>and that girl<br>was honest and lovely<br>and her way of living<br>still lingers in me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was a young man<br>and called up to the army<br>and went to war<br>having to kill a man or two<br>in order to survive and stay alive<br>I grew up pretty quickly, <br>knew about integrity<br>and staying true</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and when my girlfriend left me<br>to immigrate overseas<br>my world was falling apart<br>when I met a beautiful captain<br>right there in a military camp<br>while preparing for war<br>and she seduced me<br>and more than that<br>we made love<br>as if there’s no tomorrow<br>and shared some secrets <br>with each other<br>before I had to go<br>and she disappeared<br>while still being dear to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At university I met the girl<br>of my dreams<br>and it was magic<br>when she liked me too<br>and falling really in love <br>was great<br>with the person<br>destined for you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I wrote her some poems, <br>gave her some cards, chocolates<br>and expensive perfume</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and every look, every touch, every kiss, <br>every embrace was the best<br>that I have ever had</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and we got engaged and married<br>and at my first job<br>a colleague at work<br>became my so called friend<br>and he had to have her<br>at any cost<br>and then I lost her<br>and went to stay <br>a thousand miles away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Working I had a choice of girls<br>but yearned for the one that I had lost<br>for a period of years long, <br>but another gorgeous girl found me<br>and she was my sunshine, my rain, <br>my breakfast, my lunch and dinner</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and we lived a thousand years<br>in the short time that we had<br>and if my life was destined<br>only to be happy with a girl like that<br>it had been well worth the living<br>as she was dedicated to me<br>and like no other would ever be, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but destiny rolled its dice<br>and I lost her to death<br>very suddenly </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and met a girl with two boys<br>just older than toddlers<br>and for years tried to built<br>a life with them, <br>but she cheated me<br>time and again<br>and left me <br>for another lover<br>and tried to ruin me<br>with the leaving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I met a girl<br>who was a painter, musician<br>and poet<br>and I tried to connect<br>with her soul<br>and what was between us<br>went much deeper<br>than mere looks, <br>and when we broke up<br>I couldn’t understand why<br>and I still wonder<br>how she now feels about me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">	l’Envoi<br>And now all those days have gone bye<br>and I would be happy<br>to have a Sunday wife<br>who knows how to be true<br>even if we have to pray night and day<br>and even if angels <br>would come from her womb<br>as long as she really loves me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: Lament by Dylan Thomas.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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I would play with a girl
as my mate
and she had freckles
close to her nose
and red hair swishing
in a neat ponytail

and I would blush
when she gave me
a innocent kiss
and my heart 
would miss a beat
and we woul..."></div>
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