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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=582941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When I landed in Coney Island</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was in luck because Candy sat alone <br>in Kansas Fried Chicken.<br>She possessed the soul of a poet <br>and the body of a sex goddess, <br>but things had not gone well for her, <br>I was sure of it, <br>even though she never spoke <br>about the details of her life. <br>“How do you feel? ” I asked.<br>“Snowing, ” she said, <br>“just your kind of weather.”<br>“Yeah.”<br>“Where’d you get this liking for the cold? ”<br>“I told you I was born in Siberia.”<br>“Last time you said Outer Mongolia.”<br>“They’re close.”<br>Just then Irving trudged in. <br>I nodded to him<br>and he sat at our table. <br>“I got to have an operation on my leg, ” he said. <br>“The third one. Diabetes.<br>After my wife died <br>everything went bad. <br>And where I’m living they don’t give heat! ”<br>“Call Housing, ” said Candy.<br>“BUMS, ” he exploded leaping to his feet, <br>only to plop down a second later. <br>“I had a hard life. <br>I didn’t ask for a hard life, <br>but I had a hard life. <br>My two children I hadda bury...<br>all sorts of pain. <br>I force myself to go on—<br>Memory...what a torment! <br>Do I make sense? ”<br>“Yeah, ” said Candy softly.<br>“The plug has been pulled. <br>I’m in the bottomless hole! ”<br>Candy closed her eyes, <br>breathing deeply, words almost<br>ready, but not yet.<br>Irving going on, “I can see why <br>there are suicides…”<br>“No, ” gasped Candy.<br>“Yesterday I fainted twice <br>trying to tie my left shoelace. <br>Such a thing! Go know <br>God hates me. I never knew. Now I know! ”<br>“Do you need a few dollars, Irving? ” Candy asked, <br>“to get a good meal. <br>It’ll cheer you up.”<br>“Another life! my darling. <br>Can you help me with that? ”<br>Candy staring at Irving, lips quivering<br>perhaps now, then: my mother did it.”<br>The words out. Silence.<br>Snow everywhere. Streets covered.<br>Finally. “Bernstein, get a pint of cherry liqueur for the hotel<br>and a bag of chips and a ginger ale.”<br>“Between a man and a woman <br>I don’t interfere, ” said Irving, <br>dragging his flesh into the blasting snow. <br>I raced after him <br>and slipped a five dollar bill into his hand. <br>“Which way is Paradise? ” he whispered.<br>“The next step, ” I blithely proclaimed, <br>then went half way down the block <br>to get the stuff for Candy. <br>When I returned <br>she brushed the snow from my beard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Chaim+Wax">Charles Chaim Wax</a><div class=q>
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She possessed the soul of a poet 
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but things had not gone well for her, 
I was sure of it, 
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