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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494401" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hands Of The Clock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when we were young<br>we do not mind the clock<br>we are not so sure about<br>pendulums<br>we can even mistake the <br>long for the short hand<br>or if we mind time<br>for sometime<br>it is because we are late<br>for the dance or the <br>drinking spree</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then time has a way of<br>calling our attention<br>when our hairs starts to <br>look like seaweeds drying<br>under the summer <br>sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now we are old like tree<br>shedding off most of its leaves<br>our twigs are infested with<br>fungus<br>and some of the tips of our roots<br>are rotten</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then time begins to have fingernails<br>scratching our bellies<br>we begin to grow the seeds of <br>fear in our palms<br>our foreheads have furrows<br>like the pathways of the plow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at night we know how the long hand<br>runs with speed<br>it is 2: 30 a.m. and then we switch the<br>light again<br>and too confused how<br>the clocks strikes 4 a.m.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we cannot go back to sleep<br>as we fall on the chasms of the past<br>we try to drink a cold glass of<br>the future<br>and it begins to have the bitter taste<br>of the love<br>unrequited.</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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we do not mind the clock
we are not so sure about
pendulums
we can even mistake the 
long for the short hand
or if we mind time
for sometime
it is because we are late
for the dance or the 
drinking spree

and then time has a way..."></div>
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