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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tight Ropes And Ballet Dancing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">well to tell you frankly<br>i had my days<br>of walking on tight ropes<br>under the carefull watch of my grandpa<br>and i was so frightened then<br>when i was a child<br>because the moment i fall<br>he beats me with a<br>very hard stick<br>fromt he guava tree<br>and i cried alone<br>in the attic<br>where the black birds<br>are staying steady<br>with their claws on<br>the power lines<br>and they never get electrecuted<br>and i learned<br>from them sometimes</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and i stopped crying</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and the ballet dancing did not stop<br>under the careful watch of <br>grandmother who too held a stick<br>and beat me when<br>i fell on my broken toes</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and again i cried in the attic<br>many times when i was once a child<br>and i look over the window and see<br>the clouds drifting near my <br>hands</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i touch them and they are so soft<br>and gentle and i learn too from them</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and soon when the tears finally consumed themselves<br>i had the wings of the black crow<br>and the puffy touch of the clouds<br>and then i fly <br>and then i drifted in my dreams<br>my imaginations</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">kindred spirit<br>rising to the heavens</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i once dreamed. i once died.<br>i learned. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i am alive. and i am writing <br>poems</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">for myself.</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=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a></strong></div>

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