Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Friends And High Places</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's like escaping a hot, bright room<br>for the serenity of a city at night, covered in snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">People eliminated. A carpet of silence<br>for taxis to whisper across. The world becoming</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a pleasant dream of itself. The itch<br>of want smoldering to life on skin. Memory sends</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a chill vanishing between vertebrae.<br>It's New Year's Eve. Hail the Calendar! As if</div><div style="margin:10px 0">clocks will pause for a moment<br>before reloading their long rifles. Years are tiny</div><div style="margin:10px 0">freckles on the face of a century.<br>Where is the constellation we gazed at each night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through a bill rolled so tight<br>the first President lost his breath, as our eyeballs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">literally unraveled? I am alone<br>in the rectangular borough in the observatory, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">where even fire trucks can't rescue<br>the arsonist stretching his calves in my brain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jeffrey+McDaniel">Jeffrey McDaniel</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=417404" data-title="Friends And High Places de Jeffrey McDaniel" data-description="It's like escaping a hot, bright room
for the serenity of a city at night, covered in snow.

People eliminated. A carpet of silence
for taxis to whisper across. The world becoming

a pleasant dream of itself. The itch
of want smoldering to life on..."></div>
</div>
</div>