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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418135" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By The Red Brick Wall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Immune to age was how it looked, <br>as if the books of time were cooked, <br>to those with luck enough to share<br>some part of you. Your 40s hair<br>and filmstar looks had me well hooked<br>from the start. I tried not to stare<br>and to play it cool and free, but, <br>a rising flame and rising fear <br>saw me rambling on like a nut-<br>job through the words you had to hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And not one eyelid did you bat<br>as you took my hand and we sat<br>on the steps of the old school gym, <br>you in grey and white and me in<br>another world, a Cheshire cat<br>in cream so deep I had to swim.<br>And so it stayed for months on end.<br>But all of us who wanted you, <br>we had no sense of time back then.<br>We all did what we had to do, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">always with one eye on the days<br>that lay ahead, where the long chase<br>of the lives we dreamt of, would lead.<br>And, what we had soon went to seed.<br>By the red brick wall, face to face, <br>in streaming tears we took our leave.<br>As for loving you, I couldn't<br>help myself. It was obvious.<br>And I blamed - because it suited -<br>events beyond the two of us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And twenty years would pass before<br>we met again and briefly spoke.<br>The usual stuff came flooding back.<br>It was ninety two, at the track, <br>and we'd no time for chat of course, <br>then, or later in the crowded bar<br>of the pub where we last met, dear, <br>when time was short and moving on: <br>much faster than we dared to fear, <br>‘til word was out that you were gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Superlatives were the first thing<br>I reached for when the news came in, <br>though you were never one who paid<br>the slightest attention to praise.<br>But, when the bells began to ring, <br>the throng that gathered in your name<br>for decency and humble strength -<br>and not your startling looks at all<br>for which both men and women fell -<br>was proof enough of what we'd lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jim+Hogg">Jim Hogg</a><div class=q>
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as if the books of time were cooked, 
to those with luck enough to share
some part of you. Your 40s hair
and filmstar looks had me well hooked
from the start. I tried not to stare
and to play it cool and free, but..."></div>
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