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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424354" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where the Sidewalk Ends</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">where the sidewalk ends<br>now a nursery school stands<br>it slowly quietly comes alive at morn<br>the gentleness of a breeze as<br>children with their bags on their backs<br>walk, run into their classrooms<br>after the first light of morn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where the sidewalk ends<br>now a nursery school stands<br>it quietens down at the last light of dusk<br>the gentleness of a breeze<br>as children leave and go happy that they <br>have fulfilled mom's and dad's wishes<br>and learnt a few rudimentary words and grammar<br>their laughters and cheers as they leave<br>echo those in the lane of my memory<br>- a few young boys and girls swarming round <br>a mango tree shaking for its last mango<br>it had missed my friends and dropped right on my left eye<br>before plopping onto the ground with a 'bruise' on its yellowish skin<br>i could still hear the cheers and the question 'who will take this? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">little mary always got the fruit of our play<br>guess what, she also got married to the best boy of the gang<br>yesteryears' cheers still shore up the camaraderie<br>in her reunion dos for all of us<br>come rain or shine we woud all try to attend <br>but sadly we would never see the faces of all<br>someone, somewhere had always ended up at the <br>sidewalk of another lane, road </div><div style="margin:10px 0">where the sidewalk ends now a<br>nursery school stands evoking <br>the wondrous time we had spent here</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where the sidewalk ends<br>the first lesson of life begins<br>where smiles, cheeers and tears <br>come straight from the hearts<br>how in every reunion we tried hard <br>to laugh in the same way, but always <br>resulted with a tinge of regret we would never <br>be able to do it the way when we were children<br>it hurt us like the bruised mango that <br>had fallen hardhazardly on the lane of our memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where the sidewalk ends<br>now stands a nursery school<br>where joy and laughter abound</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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now a nursery school stands
it slowly quietly comes alive at morn
the gentleness of a breeze as
children with their bags on their backs
walk, run into their classrooms
after the first light of morn

where the sidewalk ends
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