<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429645" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where Ever You May Be</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Writing poetry is a lonely by yourself account<br>Of writing down what is in your own head, <br>A metaphor you see in your mind of <br>Love, hate nature and the ever full moon<br>So I’m here to write a poem, a poem <br>That knows where it’s going with a start<br>A middle and an end that seals it off.<br>Something new no daffodils or roses <br>No broken hearts, no tigers or leaves at your feet, <br>Or no more wishes for the soul mate out there.<br>I know the something no one talks about<br>I’ll write a poem of the wind, yes the wind <br>The wind that we all let free, discreet of course, <br>The ones who leave it behind in the lift<br>Then ten people enter and pretend it’s not in the air<br>Then all stare at the fat guy who is innocent<br>And try not to breathe, believe, <br>The young lady with a baby in the supermarket aisle<br>Lets off a rasper then says to baby “What was that! ”<br>Little children of three playing on the floor know that <br>Grand dad when sat always uses his left leg to raise his cheek<br>To let his wind go free, they see it’s so natural, <br>Hence the old saying <br>‘Where ever you may be always let your winds go free.’<br>Yes I’ll write a poem of that not forgetting those <br>Who emulate their pet dog at their feet<br>Who stink like hell without a noise, and so discreet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ken+e+Hall">Ken e Hall</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429645" data-title="Where Ever You May Be de Ken e Hall" data-description="Writing poetry is a lonely by yourself account Of writing down what is in your own head, A metaphor you see in your mind of Love, hate nature and the ever full moon So I’m here to write a poem, a poem That knows where it’s going with a star..."></div> </div> </div>

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