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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dear Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i always love to write, as early as <br>gradeschool when we were classmates<br>while you were playing and chasing and stumbling<br>i just sat on the grass of the playground under a tree and scribble anything<br>and read a lot about some stories with lots of pictures<br>and colors of fairies and kings and queens and butterflies and bees, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not stop writing, in fact, writing has become my life<br>that without words i may die an instant death<br>i dream that i have written novels and stories and lots of poems<br>i wake up with some ideas like some seeds that i want to sow<br>and grow in the field and see them become shrubs and trees and forests</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and i keep on this life writing and writing and writing and writing<br>for writing's sake and i wish i may live longer so i may write<br>some more, some sequels of my love stories and suspense thrillers<br>and write finally all the poems that are inside my mind <br>hanging like ripe grapes and creeping like vines on my fence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as i am writing now as you always want to read me<br>until such time my friend that i will die, or end my life myself (who knows?) <br>(i will not talk about it now, it is something bizarre and makes me<br>shiver, but who knows, well you know, all are but possibilities and nothing<br>but possibilities in this vast wide world of realities and dreams) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>there is something i must say somehow<br>there is something that i must have forgotten, i have not written about myself<br>i have always written about them, about you, about the world, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">please do not refuse me, stop playing with your life, <br>gradeschool ended<br>a long time ago, i have one and ultimate request: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">write the story of my life, because it is you who only knows about it.</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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