<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343027" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Laundress</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saponacea, wert thou not so fair<br>I'd curse thee for thy multitude of sins<br>For sending home my clothes all full of pins<br>A shirt occasionally that's a snare<br>And a delusion, got, the Lord knows where,<br>The Lord knows why-a sock whose outs and ins<br>None know, nor where it ends nor where begins,<br>And fewer cuffs than ought to be my share.<br>But when I mark thy lilies how they grow,<br>And the red roses of thy ripening charms,<br>I bless the lovelight in thy dark eyes dreaming.<br>I'll never pay thee, but I'd gladly go<br>Into the magic circle of thine arms,<br>Supple and fragrant from repeated steaming.</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=343027" data-title="To My Laundress de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="Saponacea, wert thou not so fair I'd curse thee for thy multitude of sins For sending home my clothes all full of pins A shirt occasionally that's a snare And a delusion, got, the Lord knows where, The Lord knows why-a sock whose outs and ins None..."></div> </div> </div>

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