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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=572768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>So Old</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=572768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">History, like a rotten egg, tills the endless fields, <br>it smells to high heaven, back inwards it is reeled, <br>For truly forever do the rivers run, <br>and back towards their source, as the rising sun.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=572768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Death is new, and yet so old, <br>it seems so strange for us to be so bold, <br>When like a calf we balk at wolves, <br>Though wolves we've slain, broken countless 'rules'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=572768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Our culture lies in myth and legend, <br>traditions born of a moment's villein and, <br>though so new they're now so old, <br>and yet we still don't act quite so bold.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=572768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To death and strife we cast but an observant eye, <br>while in culture, tradition, we take to the sky.</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=Kevin+Maroney">Kevin Maroney</a></strong></div>

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