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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344991" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>George And The Chimney-Sweep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HIS petticoats now George cast off, <br>For he ws four years old; <br>His trousers were of nankeen stuff, <br>With buttons bright as gold. <br>'May I, ' said George, 'just go abroad,<br>My pretty clothes to show? <br>May I, mamma? but speak the word;' <br>The answer was, 'No, no.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Go, run below, George, in the court, <br>But go not in the street, <br>Lest boys with you should make some sport, <br>Or gipsies you should meet. ' <br>Yet, though forbidden, he went out, <br>That other boys might spy, <br>And proudly there he walk'd about, <br>And thought–'How fine am I!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But whilst he strutted through the street, <br>With looks both vain and pert, <br>A sweep-boy pass'd, whom not to meet, <br>He slipp'd–into the dirt. <br>The sooty lad, whose heart was kind, <br>To help him quickly ran,<br>And grasp'd his arm, with–'Never mind, <br>You're up, my little man.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweep wiped his clothes with labour vain,<br>And begg'd him not to cry; <br>And when he'd blacken'd every stain, <br>Said, 'Little sir, good-bye. ' <br>Poor George, almost as dark as sweep,<br>And smear'd in dress and face, <br>Bemoans with sobs, both loud and deep,<br>His well-deserved disgrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ann+Taylor">Ann Taylor</a><div class=q>
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For he ws four years old; 
His trousers were of nankeen stuff, 
With buttons bright as gold. 
'May I, ' said George, 'just go abroad,
My pretty clothes to show? 
May I, mamma? but speak the word;' 
The answer w..."></div>
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