<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=573629" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>St. Louis was dying</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">St. Louis was dying<br>Under the weight of<br>Lost telephones<br>Thrown away by<br>The deaf hands of<br>My computer speakers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The keyboard misspelled<br>The noon day sun<br>When St. Louis was dying<br>Under stress of crime<br>Thrown into the furnace fire<br>Where an angel was born<br>To save the weigh of<br>Telephone wires strung<br>Down the dirty and dingy<br>Alley in the back yard of<br>A renovated heaven</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The key board of the noon day sun<br>Was dying under the weigh<br>Of a deaf tongue moved<br>By the speakers speaking<br>In a foreign language<br>Only understood by telephones<br>In the long distend night of long tongues</div><div style="margin:10px 0">St. Louis is dying<br>Under the weigh of<br>Ten cent poverty<br>In a ten dollar year where<br>The furnace is stressing<br>Out on crime committed<br>In the noon day weigh<br>Of heaven’s back yard<br>Where an angel uses<br>The dark and dingy telephone<br>To call the long distend night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heaven is dying under the weigh of<br>Misspelled angels dark and dingy<br>And lost in t he light of my computer<br>Where the thrown away weigh of<br>Poverty is spending counterfeit<br>Dollars worth ten cent crimes<br>Dying in the heaven of<br>The weigh of angels<br>Misspelling the word tongue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+E.+Patton">David E. Patton</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=573629" data-title="St. Louis was dying de David E. Patton" data-description="St. Louis was dying Under the weight of Lost telephones Thrown away by The deaf hands of My computer speakers The keyboard misspelled The noon day sun When St. Louis was dying Under stress of crime Thrown into the furnace fire Where an angel was ..."></div> </div> </div>

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