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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=559352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Innocence's Byway</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How innocence wanders the innocuous highway, <br>How, bearded, he dreams of the thigh he’s <br>Never touched, <br>As he sleeps in the weeds like a disposed general<br>Of a hungry army without any shoes, <br>Believing in his forthcoming victories, and preserving<br>How he might end up at her, and take her <br>By the hand, and by the subtle dissolutions of<br>Armistice, become sort of a Disney movie with her<br>Belly distended like a parade balloon, <br>Little children in a line and hung around the<br>Doublewide trailer at the mouth of the babysitting <br>Swamp, <br>The humid dulcets of the arachnid menageries, <br>The spider webs breathing in the corners of green rafters, <br>The nameless dogs chewing on the knobs of corn, <br>As the light flows like wet paint down the overgrown<br>Pines and deciduous hardwoods, <br>Where death is an old creeper who has yet to contain<br>The shoots of red, or the discarded exoskeletons spiked<br>Like hidden jewels upon the mossy throats of cypress; <br>But just as he is saying this to himself, <br>Mumbling the misspend educations as if scratching an<br>Itch, the roar of the disinfected traffic wakes him up<br>Like Niagara Falls, and there amidst the blown intestines<br>Of the highway’s flared refuge, an orchid makes a show, <br>The specks of yellow pollen upon the petals belying<br>The sullied intentions of its virginities of innocence.</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>
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