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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342829" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Upper San Francisco</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard that Heaven was bright and fair,<br>And politicians dwelt not there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas said by knowing ones that they<br>Were in the Elsewhere-so to say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, waking from my last long sleep,<br>I took my place among the sheep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I passed the gate-Saint Peter eyed<br>Me sharply as I stepped inside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He thought, as afterward I learned,<br>That I was Chris, the Unreturned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The new Jerusalem-ah me,<br>It was a sorry sight to see!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mansions of the blest were there,<br>And mostly they were fine and fair;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But O, such streets!-so deep and wide,<br>And all unpaved, from side to side!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in a public square there grew<br>A blighted tree, most sad to view.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From off its trunk the bark was ripped<br>Its very branches all were stripped!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An angel perched upon the fence<br>With all the grace of indolence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Celestial bird,' I cried, in pain,<br>'What vandal wrought this wreck? Explain.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He raised his eyelids as if tired:<br>'What is a Vandal?' he inquired.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'This is the Tree of Life. 'Twas stripped<br>By Durst and Siebe, who have shipped</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The bark across the Jordan-see?<br>And sold it to a tannery.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alas,' I sighed, 'their old-time tricks!<br>That pavement, too, of golden bricks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They've gobbled that?' But with a scowl,<br>'You greatly wrong them,' said the fowl:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Twas Gilleran did that, I fear-<br>Head of the Street Department here.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What! what!' cried I-'you let such chaps<br>Come here? You've Satan, too, perhaps.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We had him, yes, but off he went,<br>Yet showed some purpose to repent;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But since your priests and parsons filled<br>The place with those their preaching killed'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Here Siebe passed along with Durst,<br>Psalming as if their lungs would burst)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He swears his foot no more shall press<br>('Tis cloven, anyhow, I guess)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Our soil. In short, he's out on strike<br>But devils are not all alike.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! Gilleran came down the street,<br>Pressing the soil with broad, flat feet!</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>
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And politicians dwelt not there.

'Twas said by knowing ones that they
Were in the Elsewhere-so to say.

So, waking from my last long sleep,
I took my place among the sheep.

I passed the gate-Saint Peter e..."></div>
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