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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498913" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Letter Of Recommendation From My Father To My Future Wife</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">During the war, I was in China.<br>Every night we blew the world to hell.<br>The sky was purple and yellow<br>like his favorite shirt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was in India once<br>on the Ganges in a tourist boat.<br>There were soldiers,<br>some women with parasols.<br>A dead body floated by<br>going in the opposite direction.<br>My son likes this story<br>and requests it each year at Thanksgiving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he was twelve,<br>there was an accident.<br>He almost went blind.<br>For three weeks he lay in the hospital,<br>his eyes bandaged.<br>He did not like visitors,<br>but if they came<br>he'd silently hold their hand as they talked.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Small attentions<br>are all he requires.<br>Tell him you never saw anyone<br>so adept <br>at parallel parking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still, your life will not be easy.<br>Just look in the drawer where he keeps his socks.<br>Nothing matches. And what's the turtle shell<br>doing there, or the map of the moon,<br>or the surgeon's plastic model of a take-apart heart?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You must understand --<br>he doesn't see the world clearly.<br>Once he screamed, &quot;The woods are on fire!&quot;<br>when it was only a blue cloud of insects<br>lifting from the trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he's a good boy.<br>He likes to kiss <br>and be kissed.<br>I remember mornings<br>he would wake me, stroking my whiskers<br>and kissing my hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'll tell you -- and it's true --<br>he prefers the green of your eyes<br>to all the green life <br>of heaven and earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Anonymous submission.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Jones">Richard Jones</a><div class=q>
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Every night we blew the world to hell.
The sky was purple and yellow
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I was in India once
on the Ganges in a tourist boat.
There were soldiers,
some women with parasols.
A dead body floated ..."></div>
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