<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357527" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Distrust Appearances</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He came into the bird-shop where I stood <br>A hulking giant, monumental, grim,<br>A paragon of muscular manhood.<br>'What is sold here,' I thought, 'that could serve him?'<br>His heavy brow, his grat, prognathic jaw<br>Spoke brooding truculence; he wore no vest;<br>And, where his shirt flared one side, I saw<br>The matted hair upon his mighty chest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought of Gog, Carnera, Hercules,<br>As he stood by me, breating like a gale.<br>'What can he want,' I wondered, ''mid all these.<br>Pet dogs, birds, goldfish offered here for sale?<br>Bulldogs at least.' The parrots watched him, tense;<br>The yelping pups grew still to see him pass;<br>All sensed his presence, dominant, immense.<br>Even the goldfish goggled thro' their glass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He scared me. Hastily I made my choice<br>And paid my cash. Yet loitered by the door,<br>Longing to hear the thinder of that voice<br>Rumble and break into a sudden roar;<br>Longing to know, amongst these playful folk <br>Pups, parrots, love-birds - what could be his need.<br>Sharks? Panthers? ... Then his piping treble spoke:<br>'Please, miss, three pennorth of canary seed.'</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> <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=357527" data-title="Distrust Appearances de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="He came into the bird-shop where I stood A hulking giant, monumental, grim, A paragon of muscular manhood. 'What is sold here,' I thought, 'that could serve him?' His heavy brow, his grat, prognathic jaw Spoke brooding truculence; he wore no vest..."></div> </div> </div>

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