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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Freak of Spring</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At any other time of year<br>It might have passed, but Spring is queer.<br>He says somethin' - I dunno <br>Somethin' nasty. I says, 'Ho!'<br>'Ho, yourself!' he says, an' glares.<br>I says nothin' - only stares.<br>'Coot!' says he . . . Then up she goes!<br>An' I land him on the nose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It was Spring, Spring, Spring! Just to hear the thrushes sing<br>Would make a fellow laugh, or love, or fight like anything.<br>Which mood called I wasn't carin'; I was feelin' fine an' darin';<br>So I fetches him a beauty with a lovely left-arm swing.<br>Ben Murray staggered back a bit an' howled a wicked word<br>Which gave me feelin's of great joy . . . An' that's how it occurred.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'On the sawdust!' yells old Pike,<br>Gloatin' and bloodthirsty-like.<br>'On the sawdust with yeh both!<br>Truth to tell, I'm nothin' loth.<br>I peel off my coat an' vest.<br>Murray, with his rage suppressed,<br>Comes up eager, pale with spite.<br>'Glory!' shouts old Pike. 'A fight!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It was Spring, glad Spring, an' the swallows on the wing<br>Made a man feel kind an' peaceful with their cheery twittering.<br>As I watched their graceful wheelin' with a pleasant sort of feelin'<br>Old man Pike pulled out his ticker, an' the mill-hands made a ring.<br>There was gold upon the wattle an' the blackwood was in bud,<br>An' I felt the call for action fairly sizzin' in my blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Murray comes on like a bull;<br>Both his eyes with spleen are full.<br>Let him have it - left an' right. . . . <br>Pike is bustin' with delight. . . .<br>Right eye once and left eye twice <br>Then he grabs me like a vice. . . .<br>Down into the dust we go <br>Bull-dog grip and short-arm blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It was Spring! Mad Spring! Just to feel him clutch an' cling<br>Told me plain that life was pelendid an' my strength a precious thing.<br>On the sawdust heap we scrambled, while the fellows yelled an' gambled<br>On the fight; an' Ben loosed curse-words in a never-endin' string.<br>Oh, I glimpsed the soft sky shinin' and I smelled the fresh-cut wood;<br>An' as we rolled I pummelled him, an' knew the world was good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>''Tain't a dog-fight!' shouts Bob Blair.<br>'Stand up straight an' fight it fair.'<br>I get end-up with a grin.<br>'Time!' yells Pike, an' bangs a tin.<br>'Corners, boys. A minute's spell.'<br>'Good lad, Jim! You're doin' well,'<br>Says the little Dusty, Dick. . . .<br>Murray's eye is closin' quick.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It was Spring, sweet Spring, an' a man must have his fling:<br>Healthy men must be respondin' to the moods the seasons bring.<br>That sweet air, with scrub scents laden, all my body was invadin',<br>Till each breath I drew within me made me feel I was king.<br>'Twas the season to be doin' - fondlin' maids, or fightin' men -<br>An' I felt my spirit yearnin' for another crack at Ben.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Pike bangs on his tin again.<br>'Time!' he roars. 'Get to it, men!'<br>I come eager, fit to dance;<br>Ben spars cautious for a chance.<br>With a laugh I flick him light;<br>Then - like lightin' comes his right<br>Full an' fair upon the jaw <br>Lord, the purple stars I saw!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It was Spring, wild Spring! When I felt the sudden sting<br>Of a clout all unexpected, I was just a maddened thing -<br>Just a savage male thing ragin'; battle all my wits engagin'.<br>Instant I was up an' at him, an' I punched him round the ring.<br>I forgot the scents an' season; I lost count of time an' place;<br>An' my only aim an' object was to batter Murray's face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Pike is dancin' wild with joy;<br>Dusty Dick howls, 'At him, boy!'<br>I am at him, fast an' hard.<br>Then, as Murray drops his guard,<br>I get in one, strong an' straight,<br>Full of emnity an' weight.<br>Down he goes; the fellows shout.<br>'One!' starts Pike, then. . . 'Ten - an' out!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It was Spring, gay Spring. Still were swallows on the wing,<br>An', on a sudden, once again I heard the thrushes sing.<br>There was gold upon the wattle, an' my recent wish to throttle<br>Murray, as he lay there groain', was a far-forgotten thing.<br> In the soft blue sky were sailin' little clouds as fine as fluff.<br> 'Wantin' more?' I asked him gently; but Ben Murray said, 'Enough.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Well done, Jim,' says old Bob Blair.<br>''Tis the brave deserves the fair.'<br>An' he laughs an' winks at Pike<br>In a way that I don't like.<br>Widders,' grins young Dusty Dick,<br>'Likes a bloke whose hands is quick.<br> Now poor Ben can take the sack.'<br> But I frowns, an' turns my back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It was Spring, the fickle Spring; an' a most amazin' thing<br>Came upon me sudden-like an' set me marvellin'.<br>For no longer was I lookin' for a wife to do my cookin',<br>But for somethin' sweet and tender of the kind that kiss an' cling.<br>Oh, for such a one I'd battle, an' I'd win by hook or crook;<br>But it did seem sort of foolish to go fightin' for a cook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Standin' on the sawdust heap<br>I feel mean an' rather cheap,<br>Widows? Let the widow go!<br>What we fought for I don't know.<br>Murray offers me his hand:<br>'Jim, you've won; so understand,<br>I don't mean to block your road . . .'<br>But I answer, 'That be blowed!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Why, it's Spring, man, Spring!' (An' I gave his fist a wring)<br>'If you reckoned me your rival, give up thinkin' such a thing.<br>I just fought for fun an' frolic, so don't you get melancholic;<br>An', if you have notions yonder, why, buck up an' buy the ring!<br>Put some beefsteak on your eye, lad, an' learn how to keep your guard.'<br>Then I put my coat an' vest on, an' walked homeward . . . thinkin' hard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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It might have passed, but Spring is queer.
He says somethin' - I dunno 
Somethin' nasty. I says, 'Ho!'
'Ho, yourself!' he says, an' glares.
I says nothin' - only stares.
'Coot!' says he . . . Then up she goes!
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