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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473145" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Spiritual Glow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s life’s fault that I’m lying here in such a mess <br>sodden with vomit, wine, beer, and meth’s. <br>“Hey, I’m sorry, but I can’t remember insulting your wife; <br>there’s no need to hit a man who’s down in his life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stop! Please don’t thump and kick me any more, <br>my head and face is bleeding, and my ribs are sore. <br>You’ve broken my nose and my eyes are swollen shut, <br>and I vomit every time you kick my gut. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know being drunk is no excuse for being rude<br>but it’s the booze to blame for my bad attitude. <br>I agree, that I’m a useless loser and waste of time, <br>and I spend all my money on beer, meth’s, and wine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listen mister, I don’t expect any sympathy from anyone <br>just because my days are all but done. <br>The tablets are no use and the only painkiller that I know <br>is from the mixture I call the ‘Spiritual Glow’. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So if you you’re going to hit and kick me again, <br>kick me hard around my head and brain. <br>Then at least you’ll do me a favour by setting me free <br>and you’ll go to prison for the death of me.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Orlando+Belo">Orlando Belo</a><div class=q>
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“Hey, I’m sorry, but I can’t remember insulting your wife; 
there’s no need to hit a man who’s down in his life. 

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