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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448778" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Homeless Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I could tell you had a homeless heart, from the start, ' she said 'had been beat down in your life and left somewhere for double dead- road-side in some ravine outside Grimy Town...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sense these things.' she said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not far wrong. Now as to you I feel you been dragged through the mud, yourself experiencin' head-scratching hurts and harms, and your skiff is leeward and now adrift.' he said moving a bit closer to her, smelling of diesel, a smell she liked.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You not far wrong, ' she said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And I can see your trust level dip-stick is very low. for men like me.' He said</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Very low.' she said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So what can man like me then offer a woman like you? And vici versa.' he said. 'Seems natural for us to powwow and cozy up, nothing carnal you understand, but understanding can come of it.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I don't know' she said, 'hurt and hurt added together seems to me just adds up to more pain.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Could be, ” he said “You could be right. But then I was always taught to believe in miracles, you? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>“I was taught' she said 'but never got my fair share of that miracle thing I think.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Never too late” he said, “never too late.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Yeah maybe” she said, “but I would be dead of boredom waiting on all that and that ain’t enough excitement for me in this life. All my excitements have been gin soaked in wounded pride.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'How do you go by? ” she said</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“They say my name is Rory, but I am not sure.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not sure? Now that is what I call a bad line and a low level of willingness to engage and commit if I ever heard.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Didn't say nothing about commit, ” he said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Just referring to this here conversation.” She said “What do you want me to give you a name? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“You can' he said, 'and what name would you choose? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Don't know” she said. Maybe 'Drifter' that seems right. What do you think? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ok by me he said as long as you add to 'Mr. Drifter' I got to have my respect since I don’t have my memory anymore.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Do tell.' she said and then took a long look at him sideways.<br> 'No memory you say? '. she said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hit on the head and left in a ravine, true.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anne took another long look at him and she could see he was telling the truth.<br>End of Chapter One</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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