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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=554063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Glorious Memories</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sitting in Moe Fine’s<br>Ice Cream Emporium<br>on Flatbush Avenue<br>after Hannah McGill’s funeral<br>I said, “So many teachers passed away <br>the last nineteen years...not the same.”<br>“Remember Vinnie Weed? ” asked Henry F<br>“Funny guy<br>hadn’t thought of him in awhile.”<br>“Never forget, never<br>all the years <br>he wore that cheap mat on his head <br>and nobody said a word<br>everyone knew<br>not a word.”<br>“Mabel Figgnat, ” I sighed.<br>“Lord, yes<br>recall when she almost <br>crushed me to a pancake <br>after she slipped on the applesauce <br>and landed on me? ”<br>“Thought you was a goner for sure<br>only thirty-three<br>when she passed<br>think she wanted to kill herself <br>after her husband passed away<br>eating two dozen jelly donuts a day <br>with a heart condition.”<br>“NEVER THINK SUCH A THOUGHT<br>ABOUT MABEL, ” thundered Henry F.<br>I quickly said, <br>“Jacob Friedman.”<br>“His wife a shrink <br>but didn’t do him much good<br>man talked <br>but never made sense. What a guy! ”<br>“Huh? ”<br>“Don’t you see, Bernstein? His cuckooness <br>added to the flavor <br>of the stew.”<br> “Sam Greenbaum, ” I sighed; <br>“THE LAST HIPPIE, ” exploded Henry F, <br>“wish he was back with us<br>always had a joke to tell.”<br>“Matilda Frisby, ” I blurted out.<br>“And Mary Eato, ” chuckled Henry F.<br>“No more<br>no more names<br>my heart hurts.”<br>“God is good, ” said Henry F.<br>“You’re an atheist<br>how many times you said<br>God and Hitler <br>could never exist in the same Universe.”<br>“Not today when<br>a dear friend <br>journeys into the Great Beyond.”<br>“The Almighty don’t allow <br>a part-time believer.”<br>“You can’t figure out what God thinks<br>nobody has such understanding<br>else they’d be wise as Him<br>and there ain’t not a person on Earth like that<br>yes, my friend, <br>all the departed souls are up there, <br>looking at us<br>hearing what we say<br>a great comfort it is.”<br>“You’ve been an atheist for nineteen years! ”<br>“Not today! <br>Today I know in my heart <br>the whole of Creation <br>moves toward <br>the Perfection of Heaven.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Chaim+Wax">Charles Chaim Wax</a><div class=q>
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Ice Cream Emporium
on Flatbush Avenue
after Hannah McGill’s funeral
I said, “So many teachers passed away 
the last nineteen years...not the same.”
“Remember Vinnie Weed? ” asked Henry F
“Funny guy
hadn’t thou..."></div>
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