<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484514" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Hundred Years Of Work, A Second Junked</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">sad. i must tell you it is sad<br>and there is a reason for me, for us, to be sad<br>on this sad day bringing the saddest news</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you work on it a hundred days<br>it is read, their heads shaking, they could have told you, <br>you are wasting your time, you could have spent it planting <br>potatoes, yes potatoes in your backyard, <br>you emote, this is my life, these are the lines of my life, <br>authentic, deep, true, sincere, eathly, mundane, <br>and too divine, God given, Spirited, conscientiously worded<br>deep from the heart of me, a prayer, my innermost<br>my heart, my soul, chasm of pure intentions<br>honest, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">they shake their heads of your piece of shit, <br>junk, scratch, crumple, into the wastebasket of your days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a hundred years of work, in a second junked, discarded.<br>they're honest, you're no good salamagan salamander.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">think and be quiet. Hmmmmmmmmm...who cares? <br>whisper this to yourself: om om om i am good, i am good, <br>i am beautiful. i am great.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">consolaton price. consuelo de bobo.<br>you're ggggggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat. amen.</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=484514" data-title="A Hundred Years Of Work, A Second Junked de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="sad. i must tell you it is sad and there is a reason for me, for us, to be sad on this sad day bringing the saddest news you work on it a hundred days it is read, their heads shaking, they could have told you, you are wasting your time, you coul..."></div> </div> </div>

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