<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode To The Old</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">  As a premature spring rain is born to an early March wind, a heavy heart carries unfulfilled dreams within my soul.  <br>  Rain falls steadily never to cease or console, as if only to circumvent my actions for a short while, contorting and adding more difficulty as the March wind howls and blows.<br>  The mind wanders and reaches for a tiny fragment of youth as wrought iron rusts and a March wind swirls paying tribute to the Ode to the old. <br>   Nearby trees yield to and fro, struggling to stand tall as the unforgiving wrath carries on.  <br>   Once supple hands are now crippled by an unforgiving touch of an ode to the old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ron+Pate">Ron Pate</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=567118" data-title="Ode To The Old de Ron Pate" data-description="  As a premature spring rain is born to an early March wind, a heavy heart carries unfulfilled dreams within my soul.     Rain falls steadily never to cease or console, as if only to circumvent my actions for a short while, contorting and add..."></div> </div> </div>

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