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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Dekos Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-05-09 | | It's a glimmer through the past a walk upon the fringe of reality where images of youth and time collide swirl in their oneness until whole And brings back little drops of yesterday. I see the little brown haired girl playing in the mud pies always a smile and giggle That ran upon her face a mile. Those soft hues within her eyes that dressed loves most perfect being we would play at times for hours drifting to the currents of home Where mum and dad were waiting. The years dim what for consciousness sake the little habitants we call our home stretches full circle and breeds upon the day A new light, place, field and dream. We've traveled far around this globe seen the happy times, the sad But I still picture the mud pie girl Know the frolic of her tom boyish ways That still cracks a chuckle here. There's journeys we all partake some easy, others hard and along the way though tides separate drifts each thought upon a distant gate we share in the balance of what we are and were The words that love and family hold so true. My sister, is a dream of life she holds her ways but constant and true I see the world sometimes through her eyes and know that there, as here, she's always near where brother and sister by fates so sweet design has crafted us together in a way divine. So alas the years may come and they may go the world may shine for what it does show but the love we have, we share till the end It's what by root we both defend. A brother and Sisters love. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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