<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Knock Knock Knock, A new Poet was born</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the left <br>To the right<br>Her inner thoughts<br>must abide by the rules<br>that govern us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Knock Knock Knock<br>and a new poet was born<br>It was daughter not a son</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She delivered her message in a bottle<br>As the soldier ants passed on in a throttle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's obnoxious to think<br>that there is only<br>a beginning, a middle and an end<br>To the oblivious<br>The prosperity of infinity<br>does have a role in life to play my dear friends</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Knock Knock Knock<br>and a new poet was born<br>It was daughter not a son</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She spoke out loud<br>There are unanswered questions<br>due to our limited restrictions<br>of comprehending matters<br>that surpass religion</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We seek, we search and crave<br>for the unknown<br>Now it will be totally absurd<br>to think that the soul<br>is just another empty dark hole</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And behold she said<br>I must insist<br>That force that we all fear<br>Is right here in our mist<br>in all the places where we drink and feast</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Knock Knock Knock<br>and a new poet was born<br>It was daughter not a son</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An escaped convict is on the run<br>She stood up and sang beautifully to the sun<br>My consience is loose and heavy<br>It weighs far too many tonnes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can we measure a feeling<br>of love or hatred<br>of sadness or of joy<br>How can we measure a feeling<br>that is so right<br>or a feeling that is very wrong<br>so that in matters all day long<br>true justice prevails itself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Knock Knock Knock<br>and a new poet was born<br>It was daughter not a son</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sylvia+Chidi">Sylvia Chidi</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523404" data-title="Knock Knock Knock, A new Poet was born de Sylvia Chidi" data-description="To the left To the right Her inner thoughts must abide by the rules that govern us Knock Knock Knock and a new poet was born It was daughter not a son She delivered her message in a bottle As the soldier ants passed on in a throttle It's obnox..."></div> </div> </div>

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