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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pool and The Nightclub</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">in here we cannot hear.<br>the swirl, the swash of decibels resound<br>like the thumping, waving pounds</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">like the pulsating dives and splash of noises at the pool<br>where childhood thoughts were on<br>the simple joys of a hot summer’s day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">we find a little corner for ourselves<br>where we can gather to shout<br>and strain –</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">to hear – the louder ones<br>exerting control; and days of picnics<br>by the blue pool return, return.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the dance floor wears us out<br>as we flop, hop, dropp in waves<br>but return to our corner</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">wiping sweat from our brows<br>for drinks and a break; <br>searching for something in the flashing dark.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">how we used be breathless lying<br>on the grass, dripping shiny<br>pale skin just out of the pool</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">much like the nightclub of<br>sticky shirts, glazed foreheads; sitting<br>for a break before going excitedly again.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">childhood days by a deep pool<br>in the sun forever has us swimming<br>as the dark night-club’s lights flash</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">before us like a sign, last bus out of town.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>June 16th 2006</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=Se%C3%A1n+O+Muir%C3%ADosa">Seán O Muiríosa</a></strong></div>

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