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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491659" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Your Wedding Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it was time for the cake and the wine<br>the usual ceremony<br>like all weddings in our place<br>where everyone gets invited on a grand party</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and there you are on your white suit<br>polished hair, shiny locks, the wedding ring now in your finger<br>the silver knife was handed<br>and you slice the chocolaty wedding cake with white icing laces<br>and some roses and tiny leaves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you sliced a big chunk and with a plate and fork<br>you handed it to her mouth<br>she was confused how to swallow such a big chunk<br>but she managed just the same <br>to take it<br>she did not ask you to divide it into smaller pieces<br>but how she wished<br>you were kind enough to do it for her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then the wine<br>the cork was too tight and then it was opened<br>your again poured much<br>more than half the glass and your arms entwined<br>you hand her <br>and she was obliged to drink that much<br>she whispered <br>it was too sweet and she did not like it<br>she wanted the usual wine<br>sour and sweet and a little bit bitter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then yes the doves<br>you were not gentle in taking them out from the cage<br>held them too tight<br>and without taking any cue from her<br>you released your dove ahead adn she was again confused<br>and even slighted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a big chunk, a very sweet wine, doves that did not fly together<br>it was not just me who noticed it, some people who saw <br>what happened did not talk about it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now, the town is making a guess<br>whether you marriage will last<br>whether the pattern in your broken family shall not be repeated</div><div style="margin:10px 0">your brother, your dad, your sister<br>they now live separately from his wife, from your mother, from her husband</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but who knows, you will be the last to stand up<br>the last of the mohicans, the movie that you have not watched yet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but soon you will<br>because from there you must take your important cue</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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the usual ceremony
like all weddings in our place
where everyone gets invited on a grand party

and there you are on your white suit
polished hair, shiny locks, the wedding ring now in your finger
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