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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I, Too, Do Not Want Any Friends For Money</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">what are friends for? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we meet again<br>this time, we wear a different kind of hair<br>mostly grey and lesser in number<br>balding head, and bluer lips, and<br>sunken sockets and bony cheeks<br>ears seem wider and longer<br>neck a little bit lower<br>stooping shoulders<br>and clumsy hands and a memory<br>that find it hard to name names<br>and places</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we meet again at the ticketing office<br>of this port<br>this boat that will take us home<br>tonight<br>it is your back facing me<br>as you are talking to the clerk<br>homebound<br>you are homebound<br>on little packs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i still recognize your voice<br>but i have doubts<br>you are that harsh now<br>impatient and so demanding<br>it is my turn <br>and you face me<br>your eyes are still the same<br>now turning so friendly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my friend it is you<br>how are doing? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we hug, we cry, <br>we shake hands<br>we speak about the university<br>we look forward to be back<br>home to our past</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is what are friends for, <br>we do not speak about money<br>we do not have any.....</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=489324" data-title="I, Too, Do Not Want Any Friends For Money de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="what are friends for? we meet again this time, we wear a different kind of hair mostly grey and lesser in number balding head, and bluer lips, and sunken sockets and bony cheeks ears seem wider and longer neck a little bit lower stooping shoulde..."></div> </div> </div>
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