<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=465113" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A God</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A god was about, fully moving, <br>Leaning on a stick for the movement one day.<br>Tonight He worked, higher than anyone, <br>With a mind to reset, to accumulate acumen.<br>May the gods all be damned for their work, <br>The real manner of our young lings is grave, <br>Their very graves spat on, fought on by the gods.<br>The movement is splendid, futures are blessed, <br>Forcing our real manners forever and ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Naveed+Akram">Naveed Akram</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=465113" data-title="A God de Naveed Akram" data-description="A god was about, fully moving, Leaning on a stick for the movement one day. Tonight He worked, higher than anyone, With a mind to reset, to accumulate acumen. May the gods all be damned for their work, The real manner of our young lings is grav..."></div> </div> </div>

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