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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=423480" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mixed Three Liners</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">winter blue<br>a flash of white<br>on taxi's top</div><div style="margin:10px 0">daymoon<br>sounds of scissors<br>from impatient barber</div><div style="margin:10px 0">soon<br>a river that wont<br>reflect the moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">irked by her<br>constant shouts<br>to keep children quiet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">storm<br>the gods paint<br>the whole sky grey</div><div style="margin:10px 0">end-of-world news<br>the old lady<br>farts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">power failure<br>lovers in bed<br>unfazed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">after not meeting <br>for 20 years, recognising him <br>only by his goatee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">after dinner -<br>the upbeat children <br>in the field</div><div style="margin:10px 0">silver wedding anniversary<br>the guests ask whether<br>their divorced son has married</div><div style="margin:10px 0">clinic<br>against the be-quiet sign<br>the mother shouts at her crying child</div><div style="margin:10px 0">silver wedding anniversary<br>divorced son gives toast to<br>dad as role model</div><div style="margin:10px 0">cricket's shrill<br>our warm conversation<br>in the japanese pub</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q>
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a flash of white
on taxi's top

daymoon
sounds of scissors
from impatient barber

soon
a river that wont
reflect the moon

irked by her
constant shouts
to keep children quiet

storm
the gods paint
the whole sky grey

end-of-world news
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