<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=437063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Sniffeth Sparks of Redemption Near</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ooooohhh...<br>Such flights of fancy, <br>Smothered by the whims<br>Of those who reek of self centeredness.<br>To leave those to themselves...<br>With imaginations to mend, <br>And heal those of broken hearts.<br>Hopeless that a goodness felt, <br>Within them must come to an end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas...hark! <br>I sniffeth sparks of redemption near! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That must be the remnants left, <br>Of a deflated balloon.<br>Torn apart by suspicions started.<br>And dissected into bits...<br>To elimiate that which had existed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With an increased fear of those who dream! <br>I shant let us face this doom.<br>I shall defend your honor with the brightest of po-ems.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ssssshhhh...be still my love! <br>Silence the thumping of those anticipations.<br>We shall protect from attack.<br>Let us quietly deny them the sighting<br>Of us eating alone, <br>A delicious mix of blended fruit with icecream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quick! <br>Licketh thy lips of evidence.<br>And let us sit as if perplexed.<br>We will escape the Ambassadors of Mean.<br>Ssssshhh...<br>Cast thou now thy evil face! <br>And let us show, <br>We too can be enraged.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</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=437063" data-title="I Sniffeth Sparks of Redemption Near de Lawrence S. Pertillar" data-description="Ooooohhh... Such flights of fancy, Smothered by the whims Of those who reek of self centeredness. To leave those to themselves... With imaginations to mend, And heal those of broken hearts. Hopeless that a goodness felt, Within them must come t..."></div> </div> </div>

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