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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Love Letter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dearest!<br>You know you ever ARE the nearest<br>To my fond heart.<br>Joking apart,<br>I swear, by all the silly stars above you,<br>Darling, I love you! ...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I really don't know what more I can say.<br>But, lest you may<br>Consider this epistle too brief,<br>And nurse some silly - some absurd belief<br>That I'm neglectful. Why,<br>I'll try<br>To fill a sheet or two -<br>To comfort you.<br>What can I say?<br>Oh, by the way!<br>I noticed, somewhere, in the paper lately<br>That someone named - er - was it Mister Blaitley?<br>No - Blakeley, I think.<br>(Another dip of ink.)<br>This Mr. Blakeley says the Labor Party<br>Will gladly give support, both full and hearty,<br>To ANY man who send this person, Hughes<br>To - well, you know the term that I would use? . . .<br>Darling, I must fill out a sheet or two.<br>I know that you<br>Are not much interested in politics -<br>(You are so full of such distracting tricks)<br>And I remember that last time you noted<br>You said you simply doted<br>Upon one candidate's absurd moustache.<br>Dear, you were rash . . . .<br>Now, let me see, 'twas Brown - No? Smithson, was it?<br>I recollect the fool lost his deposit.<br>But, anyhow,<br>I want to warn you now<br>Against a repetition of such acts.<br>Let us get down to facts.<br>Can you believe -<br>Can you, my precious pippin, e'er conceive<br>That I (despite my faults and obvious failings) could -<br>(No; that's no good.)<br>But can<br>You realise that a crowd of sane, honest, intelligent, right-thinking, earnest, <br> idealistic politicians can evolve a really patriotic plan<br>(That's getting scientific,<br>But I am most remarkably prolific)<br>Can<br>They evolve a plan<br>Predicating that any ordinary and, say, unspecified man<br>(Your pardon! I do not<br>Refer to Mister Watt)<br>But do you think they can<br>With decency declare that ANY MAN<br>May get then into Office - if he can?<br>Indubitably, NO!!<br>The more I go -<br>However, inter alia,<br>Think you such men give heed to our Australia?<br>Think you those burning<br>Questions waiting on the threshold yearning<br>To be discussed<br>Have got them 'fussed'?<br>No, sweetest, no.<br>It's just the Game you know.<br>Think you they're patriotic,<br>Or just, well, say neurotic?<br>Think you they take the view<br>That these shrewd moves advance, say, me and you?<br>My dear, they don't.<br>And, while the Party System lasts, they won't.<br>Those vital questions,<br>Those statesmanlike suggestions<br>Regarding - well - why, emigration, say<br>And some reduction in a member's pay,<br>That linger on the doormat, palpitating,<br>Will go on waiting, <br>While puerile politicians 'play the game.'<br>Ain't it a shame? . . .<br>My cabbage! I'd forgotten<br>You always thought that politics were 'rotten.'<br>Pardon this letter.<br>Next time I shall endeavour to do better<br>If you are bored, old thug, it truly grieves me.<br>I hope this missive finds you as it leaves me.<br>So, dear, I'll meet you on the block at six.<br>And spite all politics,<br>We'll carry on.</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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You know you ever ARE the nearest
To my fond heart.
Joking apart,
I swear, by all the silly stars above you,
Darling, I love you! ...

I really don't know what more I can say.
But, lest you may
Consider this epistle too brief,
And nurse s..."></div>
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