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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568156" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Outside snow dazzled the air</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">each joyous dream bit twirling out from infinity <br>as I sat in Meng’s with the crew<br>watching the soothing streets without desire.<br>Suddenly I heard the exuberant sound of a kazoo <br>going at full blast, Yankee Doodle Dandy the tune, <br>or something close to it<br>and that could only mean one person, Henry Kosminski, <br>known to all the world as The Original Mr. Universe<br>here to earn a few dollars, <br>as he often did since his retirement from the circus. <br>Well, at the age of 92 I suppose he couldn’t do <br>what he did as a young fellow. <br>Besides seventy years at the same job was enough for any man.<br>Ginger, Sugar, and Susan Honey Baker <br>gawked at Kosminski’s still formidable physique<br>his body still retaining remnants of glory.<br>Now silence as Henry bent straight down, <br>lifted a chair by the bottom of one leg <br>straight into the air, then gently placed <br>the tip of the leg on his nose, removed his hand, <br>and left the chair balanced there. <br>Ginger, Sugar, and Susan Honey Baker <br>clapped without reservation and<br>while the chair still perched serenely on his nose <br>he played the kazoo. <br>At the conclusion of this demonstration <br>of strength, skill, and musical ability <br>he sat at their table and they each handed him a five<br>a moment later Huey brought<br>a steaming bowl of oatmeal <br>topped with six soft prunes which Henry eagerly slurped down<br>as this was his only meal of the day, <br>the money collected most certainly <br>used to buy trinkets for his mother<br>still alive at the age of 110 in the Half Moon Nursing Home.<br>“God loves Henry Kosminski, ” I announced. <br>Mary Dillion said, “Long life is a marvelous wonder.”<br>“He’s a great man, ” said Pete Bennell, <br>“all these years and he still takes care of his mother.”<br>George Lowrie opened a small brown bottle, <br>swallowed pills, how many I didn’t know<br>nor did Lowrie, finally, “I’ll never see 38, ” he said.<br>“Take a few more, ” said Mary and Lowrie did so. <br>Of course, I felt pity, his lifelong depression a brutal curse, <br>but the snow and the sight of Henry slurping prunes<br>tilted joy my way and I held fast to such a precious item<br>even when I heard Lowrie say, “What do they talk about? ”</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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as I sat in Meng’s with the crew
watching the soothing streets without desire.
Suddenly I heard the exuberant sound of a kazoo 
going at full blast, Yankee Doodle Dandy the tune, 
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