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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425335" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hay Ride</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HAY RIDE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">However the story is told, <br>take issue as tissues you fold, <br>let cold Winter's hand wringing, <br>turn to Spring that’s spent singing<br>fresh vision illusions remould.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Notwithstanding how passion burned bold, <br>Cupid's wings seemed soon clipped, Love turned cold<br>when where donging and dinging<br>the telephone ringing<br>reminds one of lover on hold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So make hay while the sun shines, - when old<br>stocks fall flat, that is that, soon shortsold, <br>no new rises beginning, <br>so surprises joy bringing, <br>just viagra to temper the scold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Turn to dreams of tomorrow, enjoy<br>light and life while with warm heart employ<br>time to past troubles heal, <br>with no need to conceal, <br>and discover another true joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No need to forgive or forget, <br>just seek fairer future unmet, <br>live life up to the hilt<br>don't regret bad blood spilt<br>but look forward, fresh appetite whet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>28 October 2005, expanded 5 April 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>robi03_1341_robi03_0000 GWX_JMX</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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However the story is told, 
take issue as tissues you fold, 
let cold Winter's hand wringing, 
turn to Spring that’s spent singing
fresh vision illusions remould.

Notwithstanding how passion burned bold, 
Cupid's wings seemed soon cli..."></div>
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