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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527826" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Your Sleep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In your sleep <br>Brando was alive again <br>playing an old wild one <br>with leather jacket </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and slippers, <br>riding a three wheeled scooter, <br>and Marilyn Monroe <br>promised to kiss you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">if you could recite <br>a Dylan Thomas poem <br>in French or Latin, <br>and your father came </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the dark robes of death <br>carrying the grey ashes <br>of your first burnt poem, <br>and Ezra Pound made a visit </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to your writing room <br>insisting he’d written <br>more of those Cantos <br>from the other side </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of the some god's light, <br>and as you turned over <br>seeking a comfortable position <br>in your long sleep, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you thought you lay <br>face to face <br>with Greta Garbo, <br>her eyes peering </div><div style="margin:10px 0">into yours, <br>her lips waiting <br>to be touched. <br>In your sleep </div><div style="margin:10px 0">someone wiped your brow, <br>kissed your cheek, <br>and recited <br>the Pater Noster </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in your ear <br>and lay your arms <br>crossed on your breast, <br>muttering of eternal rest.</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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Brando was alive again 
playing an old wild one 
with leather jacket 

and slippers, 
riding a three wheeled scooter, 
and Marilyn Monroe 
promised to kiss you 

if you could recite 
a Dylan Thomas poem 
in French or Latin, 
and you..."></div>
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