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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Listeners Luck</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My sort,' she sez, 'don't meet no fairy prince.'<br>I can't 'elp 'earin' part uv wot was said<br>While I am sortin' taters in the shed.<br>They've 'ad these secret confabs ever since<br>Rose came. 'Er an' Doreen's been 'eart to 'eart,<br> 'Oldin' pow-wows in which I got no part.<br>'My sort,' sez Rose, 'don't meet no fairy prince.'<br>'Er voice seems sort uv lonely like an' sad.<br>'Ah well,' she sez, 'there's jobs still to be 'ad<br>Down in the fact'ries. I ain't one to wince<br>Frum all the knocks I've 'ad - an' will 'ave. Still,<br>Sometimes I git fed-up against me will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Some women 'ave the luck,' she sez; 'like you.<br>Their lives seem made fer love an' joy an' sport,<br>But I'm jist one uv the unlucky sort.<br>I've give up dreamin' dreams: they don't come true.<br>There ain't no love or joy or sport fer me.<br>Life's made me 'ard; an' 'ard I got to be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, rubbidge!' sez Doreen. 'You've got the blues,<br>We all 'ave bad luck some times, but it mends.<br>An' you're still young, my dear; you 'ave your friends.<br>Why should you think that you must alwiz lose?<br>The sun's still shinin'; birds still sing, an' court;<br>An' men still marry.' Rose sez, 'Not my sort.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' then - Aw, well, I thort I knoo me wife,<br>'Ow she can be so gentle an' so kind,<br>An' all the tenderness that's in 'er mind;<br>As I've 'ad cause to know through married life.<br>But never 'ave I 'Eard 'er wisdom speak<br>Sich words before. It left me wond'rin' - meek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, meek I felt - an' proud, all in the one:<br>Proud fer to know 'ow fine my wife can be;<br>Meek fer to think she cares fer sich as me.<br>''Ope lasts,' I 'ear 'er say, 'till life is done.<br>An' life can bring us joy, I know it can.<br>I know; fer I've been lucky in my man.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a wife for yeh! Green! Think in the 'ead!<br>To think she'd go an' tork be'ind me back,<br>Gossip, an' paint me character that black!<br>I'm glad I can't 'ear more uv wot was said.<br>They wander off, down by the creek somewhere.<br>Green! Well, I said that women talk 'ot air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thinks uv Danny Dunn, an' wot I've planned.<br>Doreen don't know wot I got up me sleeve;<br>An' Rose don't know that she won't 'ave to leave,<br>Not once I come to light an' take a 'and.<br>Block'ead won't be the name they'll call me then.<br>Women can tork; but action needs us men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, I dunno. Some ways it ain't so fine.<br>Spite uv 'is money, Danny ain't much catch.<br>It seems a pity Rose can't make a match<br>That's reel romantic, like Doreen's an' mine;<br>But then again, although 'e's old an' plain,<br>Danny's a kinder fate than Spadgers Lane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bit later on I see Rose standin' by<br>That bridge frum where Mick waved 'is last farewell<br>When 'e went smilin' to the war, an' fell.<br>'Ow diffrint if 'e 'ad n't come to die,<br>I thinks. Life's orful sad, some ways.<br>Though it's 'ard to be sad on these Spring days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Doreen 'as left, fer reasons uv 'er own;<br>An' Rose is gazin' down into the stream,<br>Lost, like it seems, in some un'appy dream.<br>She looks perthetic standin' there alone.<br>Wis'ful she looks. But when I've turned away<br>I git a shock to 'ear 'er larfin' gay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's that coot Wally Free; 'e's with 'er now.<br>Funny 'ow 'is fool chatter makes 'er smile,<br>An' shove 'er troubles under fer a while.<br>(Pity 'e don't pay more 'eed to 'is cow<br>Instid uv loafin' there. 'E's got no sense.<br>I'm sick uv tellin' 'im to mend that fence.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Er sort don't meet no fairy prince… Ar, well.<br>Fairy gawdfathers, p'raps, wot once was knights,<br>Might take a turn at puttin' things to rights.<br>Green? Block'ead, am I? You can't alwiz tell.<br>Wait till I wave me magic mit at Rose,<br>An' turn 'er into 'Mrs. Stone-the-crows.'</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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I can't 'elp 'earin' part uv wot was said
While I am sortin' taters in the shed.
They've 'ad these secret confabs ever since
Rose came. 'Er an' Doreen's been 'eart to 'eart,
 'Oldin' pow-wows in wh..."></div>
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