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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511492" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pocket fairytales....a trilogy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Pocket Fairytale</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sat in a white van<br>with no working handbrake, <br>similar to his temper, with no stopper.<br>He'd no tax and no money.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What he'd salvaged from life<br>was an old mattress, <br>a few old clothes, a fancy chair<br>and a pot plant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The door to her house<br>was bolted, several times<br>just like the seven chances she'd given him<br>and the neighbours curtains were twitching.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was oil leaking from the engine<br>just like his bleeding heart<br>and the rear light didn't work<br>similar to his brain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His belly grumbled, <br>he was needy, <br>and his mouth was dry with fright<br>although his shoes were polished.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He dug into his back pocket<br>and found a crumpled piece<br>of paper with a note <br>inscribed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Some money's in <br>your other pocket.<br>I thought you might need some.<br>Be safe.&quot; ……..and he wept. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So you see, sometimes fairytales<br>do come true and this <br>is a pocket fairytale</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Missed pocket.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">David pulled brightly coloured silk from his pocket, <br>more and more he pulled <br>blues and yellows and pinks and greens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">David pulled doves from his pocket, <br>beautiful white feathered doves<br>and they flew, high. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He did rope tricks, tricks with mirrors, <br>he conjured flowers <br>and rabbits from hats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">David pulled me from his pocket. <br>I danced like a nymph in his hand<br>I leapt for joy! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then David slipped, <br>his wand sparked out <br>I fell, missing his pocket …………and disappeared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pocket watch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm watching a man in the station waiting room, <br>he has a pocket watch and every now and then he checks it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It looks as though it's made of bright silver and it shines<br>like something from the past, mysterious and old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has a wonderful moustache, curled at the edges<br>and seems to be late for something.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He notices me staring at him and as I turn away he <br>changes into a white rabbit and catches the next train.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Wake up dear, wake up&quot; mother nudges me.<br>&quot;We get off at the next stop&quot;. I yawn and try to wake up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ruth+Walters">Ruth Walters</a><div class=q>
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He sat in a white van
with no working handbrake, 
similar to his temper, with no stopper.
He'd no tax and no money.

What he'd salvaged from life
was an old mattress, 
a few old clothes, a fancy chair
and a pot plant.

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