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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Saturday Morning 1961</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jane climbed off <br>the Saturday bus to town </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her black hair ruffled <br>by the wind </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her eyes <br>looking over at you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her mother close by <br>you standing by the wall </div><div style="margin:10px 0">having climbed from the bus <br>a few moments before </div><div style="margin:10px 0">your mother stood <br>and spoke to others </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you watched as Jane buttoned up <br>her coat against the winter cold </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her fingers turning blue <br>then she moved over to you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and said <br>I saw you by the water tower last night </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as we drove by <br>my father visiting </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a parishioner in the village <br>I was watching the sun </div><div style="margin:10px 0">moving beyond the Downs <br>you said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like some giant moving <br>away to sleep </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she smiled <br>and surreptitiously </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she touched your hand <br>her mother's head </div><div style="margin:10px 0">looking the other way <br>talking to your mother </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of her husband's work <br>of church or of weather </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or whatever <br>you gazed at Jane's eyes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the turn of head <br>the smile on lips </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the way her hands touched <br>oh to be with her </div><div style="margin:10px 0">away from others <br>to talk and walk </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and capture each moment <br>with her closeness </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but then her mother <br>moved away to shop </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and Jane followed <br>just behind </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and as she walked away <br>you painted her figure </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and beauty <br>in your mind.</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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the Saturday bus to town 

her black hair ruffled 
by the wind 

her eyes 
looking over at you 

her mother close by 
you standing by the wall 

having climbed from the bus 
a few moments before 

your mother stood 
and spoke to ..."></div>
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