<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399265" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Silver</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are clouds that hang<br>silver-grey in the air, <br>before the winter sun <br>gives its first rays<br>of a drawling day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silver-grey the Monday starts<br>and while the day’s hours<br>pass much to slowly, <br>I am summoned to the old chief<br>with his silver-grey hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One of the women clerks<br>who wants to be boss, <br>wants to push a silver knife<br>into a colleges back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I leave them alone to count their silver pounds<br>and wash my hands in the bathroom, <br>with a silver ray of water that squirts out of the tap.</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> <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=399265" data-title="Silver de Gert Strydom" data-description="There are clouds that hang silver-grey in the air, before the winter sun gives its first rays of a drawling day. Silver-grey the Monday starts and while the day’s hours pass much to slowly, I am summoned to the old chief with his silver-gre..."></div> </div> </div>

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