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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Awesome!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT is your word, but could be mine, when you <br>saw the pictures, <br>of little boys and girls posing<br>for the centerfold of <br>mama's love, where papa is nowhere to be found, <br>or uncle's attention, <br>because mama has not been good enough to <br>call them<br>pretty, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">awesome! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is your word for the ricefields<br>green, filled with the light of the sun, <br>where the white herons<br>are friends with the black carabaos<br>pasture<br>graze, graze, till the afternoon ends, <br>the day<br>when the sea is calm and the sand <br>so white<br>unblemished by any man's sadness<br>or any woman's grief, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">awesome! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you saw the old man and the old woman<br>hugging<br>missing the moments of their youth<br>now in each other's arms again<br>despite <br>names forgotten and places gone away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">awesome! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is always your word against mine<br>as i take the pictures<br>rehearsing them again in my mind<br>now<br>with captions and human conversations<br>in low key</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where shall we go next and gather<br>and then again remember?</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>
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