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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490394" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lily lily lily of the valley</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have to ask you why Rosalie <br>QUIT HER POETRY AS EARLY AS SHE STARTED <br>WRITING HER MAIDEN LINES IN HER TEAHAUS </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Overlooking the river under a bridge made of steel <br>I guess well, it could be because I told her </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life is not fair. Whoever told her that life is fair? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I played games on her, <br>I ask her why the old monk still sweeps the <br>Temple stone paths under a scourging sun <br>And hmm she knows: because the monk is there <br>Because the temple stones are there <br>Because the sun is there <br>Because the sweeper is there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ask her an analogous question: and why did the <br>Mountain climbers climb Mt. Everest? <br>Because the Mt. Everest is there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hmm hmmm hmmmm. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she recites her favorite lines, <br>While I listen to her with all my heart: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“There is really nothing that you must be <br>And there is nothing you must do <br>There is really nothing you must have <br>And there is really nothing you must know <br>There is really nothing you must become <br>However, it helps to understand that fire burns <br>And when it rains, the earth gets wet.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What wisdom! And she spoke her closing argument: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dear sir the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog <br>Near the bank of the river. The lazy dog was jumped over the river because the fox was quick and brown, and it was near the River {because it was such a kind of bank} and the dog was lazy, and as you see, the {fox was one brown and quick} </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[With a wink, he turned and walked away.] <br>{Robert Fulghum, it was on fire when I lay down on it p.205}</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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QUIT HER POETRY AS EARLY AS SHE STARTED 
WRITING HER MAIDEN LINES IN HER TEAHAUS 

Overlooking the river under a bridge made of steel 
I guess well, it could be because I told her 

Life is not fair. Whoever told her..."></div>
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