<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Stars Are Psanky Egg</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stars are psanky eggs<br>The rope around the neck of the moon<br>Is made of clouds<br>The baby that cries in the night<br>Is crying for the salvation of man<br>Yes it is all up to the baby to save us<br>The night smells of new stainless steel<br>The cars are rubbing their rubber<br>Against the asphalt railing that<br>Captures the dangerously flumes<br>That chocks the night<br>I am a walrus wobbling around<br>In the seascape of my head<br>Night is caught in an empty bird house<br>Night is forever being caught in between something<br>I am a walrus wobbling around<br>The night that is in a tail spin<br>The night is forever falling forward<br>In the fold of my lips grows rubber a rose<br>Night is full of the sounds of fun<br>That is forever falling forward<br>Night is forever calling me<br>With my rare lips falling forward<br>Night is forever falling forward full of folly<br>Found in the left over bits of day<br>Night is finding its place<br>Where it can rest against<br>The street lamps pollution<br>Night is a fornication<br>Meant to relieve you of something<br>Night is sexual<br>I am a walrus wobbling around<br>The tale end of night told<br>Before the break of day.</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=578471" data-title="The Stars Are Psanky Egg de David E. Patton" data-description="The stars are psanky eggs The rope around the neck of the moon Is made of clouds The baby that cries in the night Is crying for the salvation of man Yes it is all up to the baby to save us The night smells of new stainless steel The cars are rubbi..."></div> </div> </div>

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