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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Another Plan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Editor Owen, of San Jose,<br>Commonly known as 'our friend J.J.'<br>Weary of scribbling for daily bread,<br>Weary of writing what nobody read,<br>Slept one day at his desk and dreamed<br>That an angel before him stood and beamed<br>With compassionate eyes upon him there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Editor Owen is not so fair<br>In feature, expression, form or limb<br>But glances like that are familiar to him;<br>And so, to arrive by the shortest route<br>At his visitor's will he said, simply: 'Toot.'<br>'Editor Owen,' the angel said,<br>'Scribble no more for your daily bread.<br>Your intellect staggers and falls and bleeds,<br>Weary of writing what nobody reads.<br>Eschew now the quill-in the coming years<br>Homilize man through his idle ears.<br>Go lecture!' 'Just what I intended to do,'<br>Said Owen. The angel looked pained and flew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Editor Owen, of San Jose,<br>Commonly known as 'our friend J.J.'<br>Scribbling no more to supply his needs,<br>Weary of writing what nobody reads,<br>Passes of life each golden year<br>Speaking what nobody comes to hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342725" data-title="Another Plan de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="Editor Owen, of San Jose, Commonly known as 'our friend J.J.' Weary of scribbling for daily bread, Weary of writing what nobody read, Slept one day at his desk and dreamed That an angel before him stood and beamed With compassionate eyes upon him ..."></div> </div> </div>
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