<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483907" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>300</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">she had her storms the past few months</div><div style="margin:10px 0">her husband<br>sired a baby with another woman</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she cried in all these blunders<br>events she cannot accept at first</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the seas will be rough<br>and she will be in a boat where she will find it hard<br>to move and breathe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she sails and she is now back home<br>to her senses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is her birthday today and my brother-in-law greets her<br>with a kiss and perhaps more promises</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she will smile with the guests<br>us and the rest will cheer for her and sing her<br>a birthday song</div><div style="margin:10px 0">all along we pretend that we do not know a thing<br>about the storm<br>whether there were those who sank and drowned</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and counted as a number<br>a casualty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">who wins who loses<br>we cannot count with our fingers the<br>minuses and the pluses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the party goes on with more food, <br>desserts and<br>hard liquor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we pretend all along that we do not know a thing<br>like life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my dear sister, life goes on<br>stick with it, let them those who hurt you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sink and be forgotten<br>the sea is calm you might as well decide to take your<br>happy swim</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or just take a dip and wet<br>a part of your lip</div><div style="margin:10px 0">see? nothing happened and those that happened<br>have become<br>stories merely not even wanting to be told<br>repeatedly, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are merry<br>we have decided to be happy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</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=483907" data-title="300 de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="she had her storms the past few months her husband sired a baby with another woman and she cried in all these blunders events she cannot accept at first the seas will be rough and she will be in a boat where she will find it hard to move and br..."></div> </div> </div>

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