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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=474138" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Transvaal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=474138" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Transvaal (love story) </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=474138" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">South Africa! I remember her well. She came to my shores <br>a summer day, a voluptuous brunette, but I’m no longer sure <br>if she had green eyes. She was bright, had studied insects, <br>but hated spiders, and she knew who was the president of <br>USA. A tough girl who could look after herself, I liked that.<br>A perfect match, but why did she have to be so young? <br>September had met May, no future in that. I was in love but <br>for her I was perhaps a mere a summer flirt. I avoided her <br>romanced a woman nearer my age. That made her angry <br>but I had the heartache. She left, when autumn leaves began <br>to fall, my sweet South African girl. My dream was that she<br>and I should cross the Argentinean and see many sunrises <br>in our sleeping bag. What a fool was, I could have asked her, <br>but self confidence is not my game, she might have said yes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a></strong></div>

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