<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=548517" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Church Street</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends quietly dropped out of high school.<br>It seemed each week we had parties for some guy<br>Going into jail or getting released. <br>It’s not that anyone thought this was cool, <br>Only good wishes that the time would fly, <br>And after twenty beers all his fears might cease.<br>Now that I look back, with no emotion, <br>We needed parties. We liked company.<br>We hardly needed a reason at all: <br>Never sweet-sixteen or graduation, <br>But funeral, fresh hitch in the army, <br>Baby soon for the sad girl in the hall.<br>We’d vent, catch any reason to not grieve, <br>Revel down days torn from the years we’d leave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ernest+Hilbert">Ernest Hilbert</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=548517" data-title="Church Street de Ernest Hilbert" data-description="My friends quietly dropped out of high school. It seemed each week we had parties for some guy Going into jail or getting released. It’s not that anyone thought this was cool, Only good wishes that the time would fly, And after twenty beers a..."></div> </div> </div>

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