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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429672" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love 20¢ The First Quarter Mile</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All right. I may have lied to you and about you, and made a few<br>pronouncements a bit too sweeping, perhaps, and possibly forgotten<br>to tag the bases here or there,<br>And damned your extravagence, and maligned your tastes, and libeled<br>your relatives, and slandered a few of your friends,<br>O.K.,<br>Nevertheless, come back. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come home. I will agree to forget the statements that you issued so<br>copiously to the neighbors and the press,<br>And you will forget that figment of your imagination, the blonde from Detroit;<br>I will agree that your lady friend who lives above us is not crazy, bats,<br>nutty as they come, but on the contrary rather bright,<br>And you will concede that poor old Steinberg is neither a drunk, nor<br>a swindler, but simply a guy, on the eccentric side, trying to get along.<br>(Are you listening, you bitch, and have you got this straight?) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because I forgive you, yes, for everything.<br>I forgive you for being beautiful and generous and wise,<br>I forgive you, to put it simply, for being alive, and pardon you, in short, for being you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because tonight you are in my hair and eyes,<br>And every street light that our taxi passes shows me you again, still you,<br>And because tonight all other nights are black, all other hours are cold<br>and far away, and now, this minute, the stars are very near and bright </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come back. We will have a celebration to end all celebrations.<br>We will invite the undertaker who lives beneath us, and a couple of<br>boys from the office, and some other friends.<br>And Steinberg, who is off the wagon, and that insane woman who lives<br>upstairs, and a few reporters, if anything should break.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kenneth+Fearing">Kenneth Fearing</a><div class=q>
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