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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Size and Tears</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN on the sandy shore I sit,<br>Beside the salt sea-wave,<br>And fall into a weeping fit<br>Because I dare not shave -<br>A little whisper at my ear<br>Enquires the reason of my fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I answer "If that ruffian Jones<br>Should recognise me here,<br>He'd bellow out my name in tones<br>Offensive to the ear:<br>He chaffs me so on being stout<br>(A thing that always puts me out)."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me! I see him on the cliff!<br>Farewell, farewell to hope,<br>If he should look this way, and if<br>He's got his telescope!<br>To whatsoever place I flee,<br>My odious rival follows me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For every night, and everywhere,<br>I meet him out at dinner;<br>And when I've found some charming fair,<br>And vowed to die or win her,<br>The wretch (he's thin and I am stout)<br>Is sure to come and cut me out!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The girls (just like them!) all agree<br>To praise J. Jones, Esquire:<br>I ask them what on earth they see<br>About him to admire?<br>They cry "He is so sleek and slim,<br>It's quite a treat to look at him!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They vanish in tobacco smoke,<br>Those visionary maids -<br>I feel a sharp and sudden poke<br>Between the shoulder-blades -<br>"Why, Brown, my boy! Your growing stout!"<br>(I told you he would find me out!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My growth is not YOUR business, Sir!"<br>"No more it is, my boy!<br>But if it's YOURS, as I infer,<br>Why, Brown, I give you joy!<br>A man, whose business prospers so,<br>Is just the sort of man to know!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"It's hardly safe, though, talking here -<br>I'd best get out of reach:<br>For such a weight as yours, I fear,<br>Must shortly sink the beach!" -<br>Insult me thus because I'm stout!<br>I vow I'll go and call him out!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lewis+Carroll">Lewis Carroll</a> from <i>Phantasmagoria and Other Poems</i><div class=q>
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