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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424344" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When I was Young</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when i was a child<br>the world was <br>full of poetry<br>played to me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the dragonfly<br>was so red <br>her tail glowed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in all the quiet <br>of her realm<br>she would dip<br>her tail into a stream<br>again and again <br>in fast sequence <br>for fun i thought</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and when she glided <br>above a field<br>with her friends<br>they reminded me of<br>fighter planes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the river, always<br>clear and swift<br>serenaded a tinkling <br>heartfelt song<br>below the clear blue sky<br>as it hurried out to sea</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the fish jumped and <br>swished their tail<br>like conductors</div><div style="margin:10px 0">till this day the<br>song the river sang<br>plays itself in<br>in my heart, in my soul<br>whenever it flows<br>through my memory<br>- the river which is<br>nowhere to be seen now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">mom's chicks, <br>they were <br>always beige and spotted<br>and grew up <br>to shine in <br>dark brown and black<br>with a greenish sheen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they crowed so loudly<br>every morning was a <br>raging contest to see<br>who could get the sun<br>out to light up the world</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the hens they were <br>always with their chirping<br>little chicks in the field <br>looking for worms<br>protective like the <br>fiercest mothers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but they soon turned <br>into witches pecking<br>at their grown up chicks<br>to get them to fend <br>for themselves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">poor chicks, they would<br>run back only to be pecked<br>run back only to be pecked<br>and really learnt it the hard way<br>to live and fend for themselves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(to be continued)</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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the world was 
full of poetry
played to me

the dragonfly
was so red 
her tail glowed

in all the quiet 
of her realm
she would dip
her tail into a stream
again and again 
in fast sequence 
for fun i thought

and when she glided..."></div>
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