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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425934" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Seek Peek from Out The Blue after David Adams N'kima Speaks forelock tipped to JoVial Scavenger</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He reached down, carressed her scar<br>and she remembered herself.<br>This rhyme she did not brush away<br>or shake, remained like Shaka the lion<br>She knew she was all ears, should stay.<br> <br>Ear scratching pleasantly reveals<br>brain teasing ticklers light as Spring breeze<br>that begin and end<br>text messages<br>or calls from out the brightest blue<br>dispersing the MUST for inner might, the past's clog logs<br>fallen, replaced by dialogues<br>that beetles away from distasteful time-traps, <br>snub grubs, grab dainty morsels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dishevelled, clothes in disarray, <br>he lay awaiting her return, <br>patient without watching<br>the movement of all<br>the humming of the city, <br>Internet buzz and double clicks<br>proving mouse pads<br>refute the bugs that move<br>behind the page ink link.<br> <br>Were they destined for each other <br>without Bragg_in, bussing to breathe debt free<br>where playing for time met cusp watershed springs<br>to and through unpolluted air clear across the ocean.<br> <br>She knew him not at first, and yet<br>rode beside window<br>whispering awakening.<br> <br>David Arthur Adams N'kima Speaks<br>I reached up and touched his scar<br>and he remembered me<br>This time he did not brush me away<br>or shake his mane like Numa the lion<br>He knew I was here to stay.<br> <br>Ear scratching is pleasant and reveals<br>many things the same as the wind<br>that begins and ends<br>with messages<br>from the deepest green<br>the musty odor of the rotting logs<br>where they have fallen<br>the beetles that crawl there<br>the grubs and dainty morsels<br>all the places I lay in the heat of day<br>awaiting her to return<br>whiling and watching<br>the movement of all<br>the humming of the forest<br>the buzzing and clicks<br>the footpads<br>the little bugs that move<br>upon the page of it.<br> <br>We were destined for each other<br>The clambering to the upper terraces<br>where the swaying springs into<br>the clean air across the chasm.<br> <br>He did not know me then and yet<br>I rode upon his shoulder<br>manu whispering awakening.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(26 February 2012)</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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and she remembered herself.
This rhyme she did not brush away
or shake, remained like Shaka the lion
She knew she was all ears, should stay.
 
Ear scratching pleasantly reveals
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