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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Neighborhoods</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sage eyes in the rainbow of pain<br>Desire is a flame lit in her words<br>Deep words like ‘your faux pas<br>Her rules are a theater of Paris<br>Where are we going in the blowing rain? <br>Washington Square in 1962<br>I am born like an old Martin guitar<br>The Kennedy’s gave us hope<br>Black and white photography<br>Her smile has no guile<br>Her eyes see all my splits</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No Broadway play can heal me<br>We walk like hungry centuries<br>Fragments of the medieval castles<br>Traditions broken by a postmodern mess<br>Rings of opal bells ringing<br>I guess love is pretending all is well</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is in love with old neighborhoods<br>I am just an old street with lampposts<br>Mantles of emerald windows<br>Chimes like a Vermont farm<br>Long Island shops filled with potpourri<br>The coast of Maine <br>Bookstores<br>Museums</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Knives of gossamer impostors<br>Call to the working chains<br>Romance that needs daily bread<br>She walks other neighborhoods<br>Another smile<br>Another kiss<br>Old town and new town<br>I am abstract; he is real<br>He gives her roses<br>The moon is magic</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shut your eyes and sail<br>I am an art store<br>She walks as elegant as silk <br>She turns on the open sign<br>Glass of red wine some melodic jazz<br>She tells me beware of what you wish for<br>I am knocking at the door<br>Day at a time<br>Love is a day at a time<br>A short sexy dress<br>Risqué as a pedicure<br>She walks into my neighborhood</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Narusiewicz">Joseph Narusiewicz</a><div class=q>
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Desire is a flame lit in her words
Deep words like ‘your faux pas
Her rules are a theater of Paris
Where are we going in the blowing rain? 
Washington Square in 1962
I am born like an old Martin guitar
The Kenned..."></div>
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