<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=445585" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What For Them Was Isn't</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What for them was isn't.<br>Like the taste of a lollipop, <br>That has faded from one's memory.<br>The activity is remembered.<br>But the flavor of it is gone.<br>And many are trying to hold onto it.<br>With a savor craved...<br>That brings them to the edge, <br>Of a tantrum fit! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since what sits in their minds from yesterday, <br>Hasn't for them really gone away.<br>They want it returned! <br>They want it to stay! <br>They feel betrayed by an enslavement made! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What for them 'was'<br>ISN'T anymore.<br>Or will be again.<br>For anyone else to be explored! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those heard droaning in a whining moan...<br>Are lost and locked in a consciousness, <br>Soon to be all their own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What for them was isn't.<br>It's never coming back! <br>That's a fact they wished attacked.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But from a clock that has stopped its tick tocking...<br>The hands on it sit! <br>And there is no movement witnessed from this.<br>There is no movement witnessed from this.<br>And there is no movement witnessed from this.<br>There is no movement witnessed from this.<br>No movement, <br>Is witnessed from this!</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=445585" data-title="What For Them Was Isn't de Lawrence S. Pertillar" data-description="What for them was isn't. Like the taste of a lollipop, That has faded from one's memory. The activity is remembered. But the flavor of it is gone. And many are trying to hold onto it. With a savor craved... That brings them to the edge, Of a tan..."></div> </div> </div>

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