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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pruning A Very Long Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THIS IS A VERY LONG POEM AND I WANT IT PRUNED: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I used to like gardens, putting flowers on the row, <br>Tending the soil, cutting the grass, <br>Removing the weeds, <br>Pruning the lush greenery of trees <br>And making the flor-de-luna vines <br>Create a certain impression <br>Of a landscape, <br>A certain motif <br>A theme of gladness <br>Something to cherish </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I take a good look around my <br>Little garden <br>And then I would sit under the shade of flowering champaca trees throwing fragrance <br>Sprinkling perfume <br>The neighbors say that the scent of ylang-ylang even reaches their houses <br>And the white sampaguitas so exuding <br>I used to dirty my hands putting soil on the flower pots <br>Designing landscapes of love <br>And patience, curves and hills, <br>And tend to all the colors mixing in space, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I used to </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am telling you I stopped <br>When I married, <br>My wife comes to my garden <br>And rearranges everything <br>She puts what she wants <br>And pulls what she <br>Thinks repels her <br>She cuts the flowers <br>Puts them on the vase <br>And uproots some species <br>That I love <br>And soon the garden has not become mine <br>Crowded, and strange <br>And what used to be my little garden <br>Green Bermuda grass and patterns <br>Red Anthuriums heart shaped <br>Pink Dahlias praying to the sun <br>Orange Gumamelas dancing in the wind <br>And yellow dancing ladies beaming with pride <br>Olive Palms waiving to passers by with all cheers <br>Violets so assuming <br>White lilies in pure dignities <br>Lotuses in meditation moods <br>Husky Cactuses confident with thorns <br>Finger Ferns so fine and cool </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My garden <br>Now is a forest <br>The wanton chaos <br>My garden is gone <br>All the patterns changed <br>Drastically </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she asks me <br>She asks me <br>Why I don’t tend the garden anymore <br>She asks me <br>If something is wrong <br>If everything has gone wrong <br>She asks me if I still love my garden <br>She asks me if I can begin planting some seeds again </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She asks me if I still love her, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>AND THIS IS HOW I PRUNED IT: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I like gardens<br>I don’t tend the garden anymore <br>I still love her,</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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I used to like gardens, putting flowers on the row, 
Tending the soil, cutting the grass, 
Removing the weeds, 
Pruning the lush greenery of trees 
And making the flor-de-luna vines 
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