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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For Love Of</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You're the boy <br>from near the farm <br>aren't you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jane asked <br>standing by <br>the school bus </div><div style="margin:10px 0">after school <br>had finished <br>for the day </div><div style="margin:10px 0">yes <br>you replied <br>yes I am </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you wanted <br>to say more <br>but your tongue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">dried up <br>as if stuck <br>in some desert </div><div style="margin:10px 0">someone said <br>you're new there <br>she added </div><div style="margin:10px 0">looking at you <br>with her pale blue eyes <br>a few months </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you said <br>taking in <br>her smooth skin </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how dark her hair <br>how straight <br>and touching over </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her shoulders <br>you ventured words <br>are you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the parson's daughter? <br>she nodded <br>rather than spoke </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her reply <br>then looked away <br>as other kids </div><div style="margin:10px 0">came towards <br>the school bus <br>and stood back </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as they climbed aboard <br>their noisy voices <br>drowning out </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the ambience <br>of her being there <br>like big guns of war </div><div style="margin:10px 0">breaking through <br>the peacefulness <br>of a pre-war dawn </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you waited for her <br>to speak again <br>but she looked back </div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the school <br>as if the audience <br>granted you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">had ended <br>and you stood there <br>waiting to board the bus </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like all the rest <br>come on Jane <br>someone called </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she turned <br>and climbed aboard <br>leaving you to stand </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and watch <br>the lifting <br>of her leg </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the black shiny shoes <br>the white socks <br>the way her hands </div><div style="margin:10px 0">pulled her up <br>the next step <br>and you savouring </div><div style="margin:10px 0">each moment <br>of her motion <br>full of a love </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like one <br>for a work of art <br>full of emotion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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from near the farm 
aren't you? 

Jane asked 
standing by 
the school bus 

after school 
had finished 
for the day 

yes 
you replied 
yes I am 

and you wanted 
to say more 
but your tongue

dried up 
as if stuck 
in some desert ..."></div>
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