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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357714" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No. 10 - Big Doc Littlejohn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Big Doc. Littlejohn, and ugly man and tall,<br>He wasn't very graceful, no part of him was small;<br>Big, frame, big head, huge hands, and red;<br>But gentle as a woman's as he stooped above the bed,<br>His great voice muted and the jaw out-thrust<br>And something there behind his eyes that captured human trust -<br>Big John Littlejohn, who drove until he died,<br>In his abbot buggy to the farms outside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The family physician and the family's true friend;<br>No household in that wide, new land but loved him to the end;<br>And the old, fat midwife revered him as a saint:<br>'Sent straight from God, me dear,' says she. 'A human man she ain't.<br>No human flesh could bear it, no heart withstand the test,<br>The slavin', drivin', day an' night with no full hour of rest.'<br>But Big John Littlejohn, with one of his tired smiles,<br>Climbed in his abbot buggy for another seven miles. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'd never met a vitamin, he seldom sought a knife;<br>But he healed full many a body and he saved full many a life.<br>For ten years, for twenty years, for forty years he toiled<br>His aid unstinted and his heart unspoiled,<br>The friend of rich and poor alike, at everybody's call<br>For large fee, for small fee, or no fee at all,<br>In his old abbot buggy, with his wind-blown hair,<br>Rushing to another case behind his bay blood mare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They found him on one winter dawn, low-huddled in the seat<br>Of the old abbot buggy, with the rug about his feet;<br>The great frame at rest at last, the mind rid of its load,<br>While the blood mare nibbled at the grass beside the road.<br>And the sad folk who found him there, before ought else, they say,<br>First knelt them in the roadside mud and bent their heads to pray<br>For great John Littlejohn, the grey man and kind,<br>The healer and the friend, who left not wealth nor foe behind.</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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He wasn't very graceful, no part of him was small;
Big, frame, big head, huge hands, and red;
But gentle as a woman's as he stooped above the bed,
His great voice muted and the jaw out-thrust
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