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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448372" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Culture Flowers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We’re all lashed<br>to Cultural Helms<br>besodden<br>ingrained eyes<br>narrowed to squinty plane<br>seeing; <br>not seeing<br>only mine; <br>and not mine<br>blind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Culture is the Gardener's Death<br>who’s kind to only one flower; <br>other's bloom in the garden darkened<br>by blindness over-powered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strain some may <br>against the mast<br>yet they most times<br>cultivate only their own gardens; <br>time and the past<br>cause other flowers<br>to bloom and wither<br>before our very countenance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tempted we may be <br>by soul's desire<br>to look beyond the garden walls: <br>But few cannot, <br>but lift the spade<br>and plow the same furrows, <br>which etch our brow<br>contain our lives<br>until our death<br>we having known<br>only one garden flower: <br>grown beautifully<br>in straight<br>and narrow furrows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A few sometimes<br>smell other blooms<br>thereby open up<br>genius<br>which is<br>simply <br>being willing<br>to sip and know<br>Not Like We-Ness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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besodden
ingrained eyes
narrowed to squinty plane
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not seeing
only mine; 
and not mine
blind.

Culture is the Gardener's Death
who’s kind to only one flower; 
other's bloom in the garden darkened
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