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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527865" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lourdes 2006</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jimmy opened his suitcase in the room <br>at Lourdes and said Oh no there's molasses <br>all over the clothes and shoes and I've got </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a whole week here and he sat down in a chair <br>his head in his hands saying What have I done? <br>What am I going to do for clothes now? you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">went over and looked in and sure enough <br>the molasses were over his clothes and shoes. <br>What am I going to do? he said and you said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leave it to me Jim I'll sort it and you went through <br>the clothes taking out the items untouched <br>by the molasses and set them aside on the bed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then carried the suitcase of black sticky items <br>Into the washroom and there one by one you carefully <br>washed them through with soap and water until </div><div style="margin:10px 0">they were clean and smelt of soap and fresh air <br>and all the while 94 year old Jim sat in a chair <br>watching with his eyes watery and jaw hung loose </div><div style="margin:10px 0">seeing the black water run down the wide plughole <br>and once it was done you wrung the clothes out <br>like your mother used to do when you were a kid </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and hung them out on the balcony on the small <br>clothesline and placed the washed out black shoes <br>by the outside wall to dry out in the hot afternoon </div><div style="margin:10px 0">sun and Jimmy came over and stood on the balcony <br>with one hand on the rail and the other on his stick <br>looking over at the Pyrenees in the distance and he </div><div style="margin:10px 0">said That was real good of you. I owe you big time <br>and you stood next to him feeling the hot afternoon <br>sun on your face and arms and felt good and you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">said You owe me nothing Jim I just did what some <br>good guy would and his watery eyes swept over you <br>matching the French sky's watery afternoon blue.</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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