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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448486" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Holiday Streamers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The holiday<br>is a slow strip; <br>each piece<br>glittering; <br>falling away<br>to reveal<br>naked relationships<br>beneath<br>our<br>tantalizing<br>onion pealing tears<br>dropping here upon<br>the table-<br>turkey and ham laden<br>swirling holiday music all around.<br> <br>I love the music; <br>the solemnity; <br>the realizations<br>that we are all here again; <br>this year<br>bound by table legs<br>and time<br>constrained by the past we all share; <br> <br>the future flies forth, too<br>our faces at the windows<br>the past's steamers are in tow<br>flapping loudly<br>as we take verbal possession<br>of our future lives<br>hoping the loudly flapping past be silenced.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why must the past be so much more loud<br>than the future? <br>Why must what happened before<br>always be the loudest horn<br>we hear? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We light the candles-<br>incantations against<br>those past rubbery years<br>incense for those future years too; <br>some of us<br>trying not to notice<br>the empty chair; <br>friend, parent, boyfriend, girl friend or loved one<br>gone <br>not there; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And bravely we raise our glasses and smile<br>into 'Carry On for Another Year.'<br>And we do.</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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is a slow strip; 
each piece
glittering; 
falling away
to reveal
naked relationships
beneath
our
tantalizing
onion pealing tears
dropping here upon
the table-
turkey and ham laden
swirling holiday music all around.
 
I love the music; ..."></div>
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