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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497034" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>We, The Quantities...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">they shall search for one<br>for only one<br>and take pride in it<br>as treasure of a<br>lifetime</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am not that one<br>for i belong to the many<br>those series of<br>words like trains like<br>ordinary public commutations<br>boring whirring sounds<br>others call it pollution of<br>traffic sounds in the city</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am not the one<br>i am the many and no one loves this kind<br>the faces of themselves that<br>they hate<br>in the quantity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the ordinary foulness<br>that's left in the canals where dead rats<br>lie<br>those that they avoid<br>reminding them of their own<br>lousy selves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the ordinary air that everyone breathes<br>and yet have<br>taken for granted<br>for air is quantity like the sea and the oceans<br>they are not the one<br>they are the many<br>the masses, the crowd, the ants and<br>beehives and</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the pebbles of the rivers<br>whose faces are all the same<br>not one unique<br>for the altar of fame</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are all in these<br>the quantity....</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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