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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342998" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Valley Of Dry Bones</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With crow bones all the land is white,<br>From the gates of morn to the gates of night.<br>Picked clean, they lie on the cumbered ground,<br>And the politician's paunch is round;<br>And he strokes it down and across as he sings:<br>'I've eaten my fill of the legs and wings,<br>The neck, the back, the pontifical nose,<br>Breast, belly and gizzard, for everything goes.<br>The meat that's dark (and there's none that's white)<br>Exceeded the need of my appetite,<br>But I've bravely stuck to the needful work<br>That a hungry domestic hog would shirk.<br>I've eaten the fowl that the Fates commend<br>To reluctant lips of the People's Friend.<br>Rank unspeakably, bitter as gall,<br>Is the bird, but I've eaten it, feathers and all.<br>I'm a dutiful statesman, I am, although<br>I really don't like a diet of crow.<br>So I've dined all alone in a furtive way,<br>But my platter I've cleaned every blessed day.<br>They say that I bolt; so I do-my bird;<br>They say that I sulk, but they've widely erred!<br>O Lord! if my enemies only knew<br>How I'm full to the throat with the corvic stew<br>They'd open their ears to hear me profess<br>The faith compelled by the corvic stress,<br>(For, alas! necessity knows no law)<br>In the heavenly caucus-'Caw! Caw! Caw!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And that ornithanthropical person tried<br>By flapping his arms on the air to ride;<br>But I knew by the way that he clacked his bill<br>He was just the poor, featherless biped, Dave Hill.</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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From the gates of morn to the gates of night.
Picked clean, they lie on the cumbered ground,
And the politician's paunch is round;
And he strokes it down and across as he sings:
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