<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490460" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lone Bone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then when we arrive at the prime<br>after a hard climb only to find nothing but thyme</div><div style="margin:10px 0">life tastes like lime and we begin to mime<br>what to us was all grime and slime</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to our face the ill-winds are blown<br>and what remains is the clown</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we feel now that a clone has grown<br>inside ourselves we find what we own</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the seeds have been sown in the throne <br>of the stone where our lips are sewn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the moan is thrown <br>& now back to the lone bone</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=490460" data-title="Lone Bone de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="and then when we arrive at the prime after a hard climb only to find nothing but thyme life tastes like lime and we begin to mime what to us was all grime and slime to our face the ill-winds are blown and what remains is the clown we feel now t..."></div> </div> </div>

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