<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=556419" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How My Story Goes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walking out in the roses and the waves<br>Not knowing where I am, <br>And you not knowing why you feel the need<br>To bring your body so near to me<br>When your eyes are so far away, <br>Engorging.<br>And the mountains are filled with evil spirits<br>While Pedro takes off his close, <br>And the Christmas trees sleep like starving conquistadors<br>Fearing that they have been brought too<br>Far into the wilds of the state of Florida, <br>Beautiful men so full of turquoise thrills.<br>Men on roller-skates, <br>Men slinging the news to girls who live in their mothers<br>And fathers trailer parks, <br>Girls who always go out tattooed and runny like liquid<br>Throws, <br>Who know the cries of unbowed rebels, <br>And who sing once they have their Christmas tree decorated<br>In their tin cans, <br>And the canals flow so torpidly while two boys<br>Skip school<br>Underneath the crenulations where the Florida holies grow, <br>And the foundling tiger opens its eyes <br>And seeing the shade through the chirping canopy <br>Thinks it the pinstripes of its luscious mother, <br>Superimposed and handsome he closes his eyes<br>Again and dreams the dreams of a young <br>And handsome tiger out back behind the rows, <br>Or at least that is how my story goes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</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=556419" data-title="How My Story Goes de Bret R. Crabrooke" data-description="Walking out in the roses and the waves Not knowing where I am, And you not knowing why you feel the need To bring your body so near to me When your eyes are so far away, Engorging. And the mountains are filled with evil spirits While Pedro takes..."></div> </div> </div>

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