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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=524984" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dwarf Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Terry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Male. Short. Knowing. Aging.<br>Sibling of Sharon and Annette.<br>Son of William and Jessie.<br>Lover of Chocolate. Ice-Cream. And Beer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who feels freedom confinement and fear.<br>Who needs friends sport and excitement.<br>Who gives time energy and life.<br>Who fears pressure stupidity and the mundane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who would like enlightenment spirituality warmth <br>     and mind-song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Resident of Christchurch Ian Place.<br>Craddock like all names does not confine me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rhythm Resonating Life.<br>A Heart Beat Multiplied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chocolate or Wine is a wonderful substitute.<br>When swallowing. Unrequited love.<br>This is because for some. Not such as I.<br>Food can be. A substance. To stuff up. Gap left. By lost love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fill up upon. Descend upon. Momentarily. Constantly. Constantly.<br>If not of an age. And persuasion. To suffer an intensified addiction.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Filling up the appalling gulf. Left gaping. Without needed lost love.<br>“Exercise gurus would rather we abandon grief <br>through enthusiastic aerobics.” <br>A new cult fashion flavoured musical routine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Religious gurus would rather we drown our sorrow in Buddhism or Catholicism or... ” True Christianity? Islam or a new age lifestyle? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A special friend in a short black mini skirt and lips <br>that quiver like her eyes, with loving me, her lover.<br>A body alive with rhythm, and the need to be loved, and give completely, <br>in synchronicity, of coupled harmony, is infinitely better.<br>“Than a freshly smacked arse.”<br>“Broken capillaries on a drunk’s face.”<br>“The juice of a crushed tamarillo fragrant and tart”.<br>{Or} “A skull busting migraine searing your retina to your optic nerve.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rhythm Of Life. A Heartbeat Multiplied.<br>Many Varied Variated Pulse Of Life.<br>Rhythm Resonating Life. A Heartbeat Multiplied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q>
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Male. Short. Knowing. Aging.
Sibling of Sharon and Annette.
Son of William and Jessie.
Lover of Chocolate. Ice-Cream. And Beer.

Who feels freedom confinement and fear.
Who needs friends sport and excitement.
Who gives time energy and life..."></div>
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