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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bottle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am a bottle, so shake <br>me up. Or don't shake<br> me up. Do whatever<br> you want; either way, <br> I'll like it. If you shou<br>ld shake me up, the<br> bubbles will start for<br>ming, slowly at first, <br> then coming up to po<br>p the place above my n<br>eck and I could burst. I co<br>uld blow up, explode, spill ever<br>ything inside, sputter out all the i<br>nward items I hide. Things safe w<br>ithin me. They could flow, flood<br> out till I'm empty then you can de<br>cide if you want to recycle me. Pr<br>obably not. Maybe. Oh, I hope so. <br>Think green. Think of a better wor<br>ld. A better one. For you. For me.<br> For all the children that we could h<br>ave in the future. However, if you d<br>on't shake me up, I sit here on the <br>shelf, waiting for the time come a<br>nd I like that too. The building anti<br>cipation that builds excitement for t<br>he bubbles that could build inside <br>me. There's something safe, som<br>ething more comfortable in fanta<br>sy, keeping things hidden for<br> no one else to see. Pick me <br>up, put me down, dropp me <br>falling to the ground, place me in your hands and shake me up in my imagination. There's a soft, stirring feeling in thinking of that.</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=Tim+Stensloff">Tim Stensloff</a></strong></div>