<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=581975" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>War Wound</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My father's wounds were real to me<br>His life holding very little of hypocrisy<br>If genes tell the story<br>His love of ice cream is mine <br>As well as capacity love things beautiful<br>His war is gone and mine as well <br>But I remember his war wound<br>A story he could only partially tell<br>That stood in the peculiar isolation of non-repetition.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bill+Grace">Bill Grace</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=581975" data-title="War Wound de Bill Grace" data-description="My father's wounds were real to me His life holding very little of hypocrisy If genes tell the story His love of ice cream is mine As well as capacity love things beautiful His war is gone and mine as well But I remember his war wound A story he..."></div> </div> </div>

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