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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Visitors This Morning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">she comes early this morning <br>blue all over<br>and i give her tea and let her speak what is in her mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">like she is a storm today, <br>she has given me turbulence, speaking about how abuse<br>can be inflicted, verbal physical emotional, against her<br>a woman of virtue<br>and intellect, she sips the tea and breaks some cookies<br>her breakfast today, and she continues about<br>what he did to her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am listening then the door bell rings<br>it is him, and he gets another tea<br>for sympathy and he listens to her outpouring too, <br>these kinds of abuse<br>inflicted by one to another<br>getting to be<br>so normal an occurrence, that everyone seems to accept<br>without question, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she is his wife<br>the man has white hair, and balding, and his shirt<br>is not well ironed, his face still unwashed, <br>wrinkles on his face, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she is complaining about his abuses on her person<br>and he merely listens<br>and he wants to explain how these matters started<br>and how they may not be true<br>how violent can she become<br>when provoked by her <br>mood swings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">her face changes from calm to something<br>you will not like<br>and she does what you may now believe<br>because she kicks him<br>she slaps him</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and he merely listens<br>i guess, that explains the mess, that this couple<br>now intruding my privacy, has found themselves into, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i tell them i have other things to do today, <br>and since their tea is consumed, then they must now take <br>their leave</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my morning is not that great, actually, i do not like it<br>and them too.</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=491142" data-title="My Visitors This Morning de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="she comes early this morning blue all over and i give her tea and let her speak what is in her mind. like she is a storm today, she has given me turbulence, speaking about how abuse can be inflicted, verbal physical emotional, against her a wom..."></div> </div> </div>
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