<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473671" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>God's Little Acre</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">God’s Little Acre </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a land abandoned by man and behind<br>an ancient stonewall I saw a Frisian cow. <br>Not many of those around here, I walked <br>over to have a look, the ruminant was now<br>a boulder. I touched it, still warm; looked <br>up and around, someone was ribbing me. <br>Walked off looking nonchalant, but quickly <br>turned to have another look, the big stone <br>had turned into a grazing Frisian again and <br>drab olive trees had silver leaves. <br>I smiled and shook my head, this ongoing <br>joking between us, I’m old enough to keep<br>this a secret and, anyway, it is not easy to <br>talk about shadowboxing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</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=473671" data-title="God's Little Acre de Oskar Hansen" data-description="God’s Little Acre On a land abandoned by man and behind an ancient stonewall I saw a Frisian cow. Not many of those around here, I walked over to have a look, the ruminant was now a boulder. I touched it, still warm; looked up and around, s..."></div> </div> </div>

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