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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=578964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The White-Washed Sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=578964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">White bread and white maids, <br>Marmalade and sugar tarts: stick me <br>High atop the citrus tree, <br>Like a paper airplane, paper nose pointing<br>The way to the white-washed sea: <br>Pretty dolls and forget-me-nots, <br>Ivory beavers slapping dams, <br>Lover-boys in snowy trams making their<br>Procession to the white-washed sea: <br>Tourists there, Mickey-Mouse, and fricassee, <br>Conquistadors jounced on vanilla poles, <br>Saints and crosses like Spanish scarecrows on<br>Concrete atolls, bleed anemically towards<br>The white-washed sea: Hills of windmills are<br>Picaresque, lovely cherries on her white washed-<br>Breasts, bones of birds and pica ninnies; <br>Aunts sing cantos at their nieces nurseries, <br>Pale and freckled and on their knees, <br>Girls who’d been roller-skating as if on foam, <br>Stop and pray to the white-washed sea; <br>Pick themselves up, adjusting their silky delicates, <br>Before rolling home, to sit cross-legged smoking<br>Candied cigarettes and gossiping underneath the<br>Sky’s crenulated dome, eyes so lost and hopeless, <br>All fair and so lonely, yet well-perceived, <br>Searching for some solutions across the white-washed sea.</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=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</a></strong></div>