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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=571006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rust.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around my neck the dog tag military style chain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Worn it for years</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Don't care for the gold bling-bling</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Hanging on this chain one small trinket</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Flat round and silver</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Embossed with the word 'family'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Shining brightly I'd never take it off</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Only when I'd shave</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And it's sheen never dulled until today</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Irish by birth the 'family' has been my rock</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Always there always fair</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Until all I've put them through became too much</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I never knew there was a thing </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>As too much</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When it came to family it was more than name</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It was blood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now they don't speak to me or return emails</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Inbox is empty</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Everyday I wish for only one small sentence</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A few weeks ago I lost the necklace for the first time</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Initially frantic</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then forgotten as my anger grew I was glad</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Today looking through my tote bag full of junk</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There it lay</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Familiar chain with the flat ring.....'family'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I looked closer at the discoloration of rusted beginnings</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And thought 'how ironic'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It's the same color rust </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Which through my eyes</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I now see clearly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kellen+Mage">Kellen Mage</a><div class=q>
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Worn it for years


Don't care for the gold bling-bling


Hanging on this chain one small trinket


Flat round and silver


Embossed with the word 'family'


Shining brightly I'd never take it off

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