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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=438867" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lips Spilling With Disrespect</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grateful today I am not to be raising children.<br>By anyone's definition, <br>Of just how old those children grow to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And today many are raising children, <br>Who have skipped lessons taught in their childhood...<br>With a missing of a switch.<br>To be in their 30's...<br>With a lot that has been missed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did have a son, Michael...<br>Who many years passed away.<br>And I cringe at the thought, <br>Of what today he, Michael, to me would say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lips spilling with disrespect, <br>From the mouths of these children...<br>Who are quick to express how they are upset, <br>Would motivate me to the first policeman I'd see.<br>To request my immediate arrest from their mess.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Put the handcuffs on me, please! <br>Someone dear to me is about to bleed.<br>And I pay my taxes.<br>So there is no need to question me.<br>Put the handcuffs on me, please! <br>And if you can do this immediately...<br>So happy I would be! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am just not the one, <br>To throw up my hands to say...<br>What has been done is done.<br>Oh no! <br>Out the door someone has to go.<br>And since I am paying the bills...<br>Someone other than me, <br>Is going to feel that chill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the one I am sure would be confined.<br>Because no child of mine...<br>Is going to fill my ears with their nonsense.<br>And 'if' that should happen...<br>It will be a long time before they awaken, <br>From an unconsciousness achieved...<br>By an asking for 'it'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have no idea what happened to him, officer.<br>He made a request.<br>And I delivered.<br>He requested a taste of fist.<br>What could I do but to deliver it.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that is why today, <br>I don't guess or wonder why...<br>I am blessed.<br>I know this without a doubt, <br>That's why I enjoy my peace with no regrets.<br>None at all to figure out! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh no! <br>I am the one I am sure would be confined.<br>That's why I know, <br>All blessings I have received, <br>I have earned every one and know they are mine.</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>
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By anyone's definition, 
Of just how old those children grow to be.

And today many are raising children, 
Who have skipped lessons taught in their childhood...
With a missing of a switch.
To be in t..."></div>
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