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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528005" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sunday Morning Blues</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So what others may say <br>and she can hear them <br>thinking that or maybe </div><div style="margin:10px 0">inside her head hear their <br>voices say as such as she <br>sits on the stone steps of </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her apartment thinking of <br>him and his thoughtlessness <br>and sure it's what most </div><div style="margin:10px 0">people think is the norm <br>guys being guys thing but <br>she can't help being saddened </div><div style="margin:10px 0">by his forgetting it being their <br>fifth anniversary since the <br>first day they met at the gallery </div><div style="margin:10px 0">looking at the modern art the<br>Mondrian's and Rothko's and <br>her favourite Lichtenstein's </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and how he had been all over <br>her that day being all knowledge <br>and kindness and fussing over </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the smallest detail and taking <br>her to that restaurant he knew <br>and the music he put on in his </div><div style="margin:10px 0">classy apartment and how he'd <br>been quite the gentleman that <br>night not pressuring for sex no </div><div style="margin:10px 0">expectation of anything except <br>her happiness and now sitting <br>watching the early morning slow </div><div style="margin:10px 0">ride by of Sunday traffic and the <br>odd passing person and their <br>usual rest day greetings she feels </div><div style="margin:10px 0">depressed that he has forgotten <br>that he has not called and breathing <br>in the morning air she wonders </div><div style="margin:10px 0">now if he really ever did care or <br>maybe he's grown sick of her and <br>her wants and ways or has found </div><div style="margin:10px 0">some other woman to love and <br>caress and kiss and take out and <br>maybe he's in some other woman's </div><div style="margin:10px 0">place lying asleep lying body next <br>to body face to face and she hopes <br>maybe he'll ring or text or better </div><div style="margin:10px 0">still come round with chocs and wine <br>and suggest they go and dine but <br>she'll not text or ring him to remind </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or find out where he's gone or <br>whereabouts he slept the night <br>before no sir she mutters I'll not </div><div style="margin:10px 0">lower myself to do as such full of <br>cares sitting on her apartment stairs.</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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and she can hear them 
thinking that or maybe 

inside her head hear their 
voices say as such as she 
sits on the stone steps of 

her apartment thinking of 
him and his thoughtlessness 
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