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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=584405" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yard Sale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are having a yard sale today.<br>Hold the door open for me, Mother says<br>As she carries a box out onto the driveway<br>And the cats scramble out for fresh air<br>While Father paces out back, scratching his head<br>And my brothers sit inside, sipping Pepsis<br>I follow Mother out into the cold<br>And ask her if she needs help</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She smiles and says, Oh Jamie<br>You were always the one who wanted to help<br>Then sets the box down before me and asks<br>Could you make sure we got everything? <br>Before she runs inside to yell at Father<br>There are grey clouds in the sky<br>And I too, am a darker shade of grey<br>As I begin to sift through my childhood...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The soccer ball my brothers and I lost <br>Religiously, once, twice, thrice a week<br>Over the backyard fence and into<br>The neighbor's yard, where the dog awaits<br>I ring on Mr. Ryan's doorbell in shame<br>Like I've just murdered the President<br>And Puppy covers me with slobber<br>My corporal punishment, I guess</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old phones we used before the new ones<br>White and bulky, trailing tangly cables<br>That I curled around my finger as I<br>Listened to my grandfather speak to me<br>Across thousands of miles of water<br>You don't have to reply, Father says<br>He can't hear you, his ears are bad<br>But I yell into the receiver anyway</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The vocabulary book Mother made me study<br>In preparation for standardized testing<br>For so many hours I could swear I had lost<br>A part of my soul, memorizing diaphonous<br>Until it literally lost all its meaning<br>So I take revenge on her by using big words<br>She doesn't understand, like fastidious<br>Mother, why must you be so fastidious? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cap and gown I wore five years ago<br>On graduation day, when it rained<br>Even though Father said it wouldn't<br>So all his pictures came out bad<br>And as the sky fell upon our field<br>We threw our mortarboards up in defiance<br>Announcing our presence in this world<br>And at the same time, our weight...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is starting to rain now.<br>Hurry Jamie, Mother yells<br>Bring the box back inside<br>She holds the door open for me<br>And I run through as fast as I can<br>To find that Father is singing<br>And my brothers are laughing<br>And Mother is smiling</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some things are not for sale</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Derek+Ouyang">Derek Ouyang</a><div class=q>
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Hold the door open for me, Mother says
As she carries a box out onto the driveway
And the cats scramble out for fresh air
While Father paces out back, scratching his head
And my brothers sit inside, sipping Pepsis
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