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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=543728" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A stranger to most, An open book for some</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[He prides himself in honesty <br>Doing everything he tries perfectly <br>All except for modesty] </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreams and ideas fly easily in the globe of his mind<br>As he is quickly entranced in some knowledge only he could find <br>He is the only person I know cursed with understanding <br>Also the only one I know who is rarely ever demanding <br>The only person who follows gods laws without realizing it <br>The only person who knows when to admit <br>His preaching’s of war are countered by his wish to exterminate the vile <br>His bouts of sarcasm are run over by his urge to smile <br>His blatant quick judgment is overshadowed by his quick thinking <br>His thoughts are never ending and never sinking </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It sometimes seems like he knows it all <br>Like no whisper could ever escape his ever heightened senses <br>Like no one could truly walk the halls of his mind<br>Like his thinking has no barriers or fences</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes he forgets I can’t keep up <br>As his mind swiftly races from green to the age of exploration <br>From the economy of East Timor to Lebanon’s situation <br>Always steeling a glance in my direction as I look on in admiration </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he mouths the words to “From Yesterday” <br>His features rearrange in perfect concentration <br>And I didn’t understand it until today <br>That the words are his perfect re-creation </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he goes on of how the school is a perfect place for a sniper <br>His eyes shine as if he can assure the future with a simple guarantee <br>Seeing everything he describes like a movie in my mind <br>So he won’t stop talking I make sure and disagree </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is confused more than half of the time<br>But not in the disastrous way you think <br>For in his mind ideas become sublime <br>And all unimportant matters shrink </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He hates so many things that are <br>And loves so many things that could never be <br>His many ideas seem impossible <br>Though we rarely truly disagree </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sadly a poem must end, or else this could get long <br>Though I will tell you that since I met him, my life has completely twirled <br>Just as the words from that song <br>“On his face is a map of the world”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Yaritza+Florencio">Yaritza Florencio</a><div class=q>
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Doing everything he tries perfectly 
All except for modesty] 

Dreams and ideas fly easily in the globe of his mind
As he is quickly entranced in some knowledge only he could find 
He is the only person I know cursed..."></div>
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