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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568645" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>PEOPLES(For Lyn)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She gathers<br>the world</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into her<br>consciousness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">holds its facts<br>like a beautiful blue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">bunch <br>of wild flowers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">clutched <br>tightly in her tiny fist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All is alive<br>to her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">whether it be sky<br>cloud or river...whatever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing is ever<br>only a thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everything<br>is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“...peoples! ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We visit & re-visit<br>the old pond</div><div style="margin:10px 0">full of <br>“frog peoples”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">who greet her<br>ecstatically</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if <br>she were one of their own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She waves regally.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Speaks to them <br>fluently in frog.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even stones become<br>“...the stone peoples! ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She likes them<br>“...’cos they are so quiet! ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Their quiet is like a big noise in my head! ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night<br>trying to smuggle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">her favourite cat<br>into her bed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">snuggled up inside<br>her jumper</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if she were<br>pregnant with it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(it scratching & meowing<br>to be born) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she announces<br>(caught in the act) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Cats is peoples too! ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We give in to<br>her superior logic</div><div style="margin:10px 0">seeing things<br>as she do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=D%C3%B3nall+Dempsey">Dónall Dempsey</a><div class=q>
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the world

into her
consciousness

holds its facts
like a beautiful blue

bunch 
of wild flowers

clutched 
tightly in her tiny fist.

All is alive
to her

whether it be sky
cloud or river...whatever.

Nothing is ever
only a thing.

Ev..."></div>
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