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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=578692" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Travels Of Farklavar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=578692" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I took time to stop and smell the roses<br>But they didn't have a smell <br>Then I had and epic snowball fight <br>With the Denizens of hell<br>And as I went on my marry way<br>They sighed and wished me well<br>As I woke the very next morning<br>To a dying wedding belle</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=578692" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I stormed the gates of heaven<br>Found them impervious to rain<br>So I knocked on heavens door<br>St Peter answered <br>Asking for some change <br>With his halo in his hand<br>And his eyes utterly deranged<br>I reached into my pockets <br>And gave him everything that remained<br>From my hand he took all I had<br>And then his chest he crossed <br>As he ushered me through the pearly gates <br>Declaring all was lost<br>And as I stepped through the clouds<br>I was amazed by what I found<br>For there were no angels or a God <br>Anywhere around, in fact<br>The only thing that did remain <br>As holy evidence.<br>Was a tattered note <br>Pinned to the ground <br>That read<br>Sorry for the inconvenience </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=578692" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I took time to stop and smell the roses <br>But they didn't have a scent<br>And I always felt like I was trapped <br>No matter where I went<br>Weather as a free man <br>Or a prisoner of war<br>This world has stolen my innocence <br>And treated me like a whore<br>So I fought for every single inch<br>Of my very own self respect<br>And in order to do so <br>I had to entirely disconnect. <br>To let go and disconnect <br>Is frightening yet beautifully hard.<br>Letting go will free you. <br>But boy does it leave a scar</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=Keith+Sennette">Keith Sennette</a></strong></div>