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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493677" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>that reunion on the merry month of May</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">on a shorter notice we had the reunion set on the merry month of May, <br>candid, <br>a spot for the day, we gather the faces again<br>of youth, <br>high school scents spreading in the halls of this<br>room, <br>agging is late again <br>(her breast sags, though <br>she has not been married) <br>catalina lost some of her<br>teeth<br>(she is contemplating of<br>suicide, had an attempt<br>but survived it) <br>ernie, still looks good<br>with his marine blue polo shirt<br>(though not well ironed<br>he split with wife, now in the US<br>starts anew with his second<br>wife and a math whiz kid<br>for inspiration) <br>fredelita, bony cheeks<br>emaciated, depressed<br>(had a baby with this<br>parish priest) <br>sir berto, haggardly<br>high blood pressure<br>wants to deliver his speech<br>to an audience of six<br>mrs. ratilla, still smart and <br>quick, sits silently and <br>her eyes are roving<br>like she is the famous<br>thinker, i understand, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i got the money to spend<br>and they order what they<br>want to eat, i am this <br>writer, the standard-bearer, <br>the entertainer, i love<br>to sing again the songs<br>of high school to recite<br>again the poems i once<br>wote i once read while<br>they open their mouths<br>looking for meanings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the rest did not come<br>perhaps some of them<br>have died, perhaps some<br>of them want to die, <br>perhaps some of them<br>pretended to be dead, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">whatever, it was that<br>month of May 2007<br>and i like to think<br>we were all drunk<br>and merry, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the high school memories<br>how can we bury them? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">without dying ourselves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i was looking for her<br>she was not there anymore.</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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candid, 
a spot for the day, we gather the faces again
of youth, 
high school scents spreading in the halls of this
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agging is late again 
(her breast sags, though 
she h..."></div>
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