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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of Insane Gardener</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, I dance upon the lawn in the cold, white dawn,<br> And I gloat upon the corpses of a countless million slain;<br>Where the frost about my feet spreads its winter winding sheet<br>There I chuckle and I chortle as I chant my mad refrain;<br>'Lime and sulphur, Paris green, arsenate of lead,<br>Benzole couldn't kill 'em; but they're dead, dead, dead.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men have said I went insane when the Summer brought its bane:<br>Beetle, bug, and butterfly, weevil, wog and worm,<br>And a thousand million thrips with my garden came to grips<br>Plus a plague of things that fly and creep and crawl and squirm.<br>Lime and sulphur, Paris green, arsenate of lead,<br>They sneered at 'em, and leered at 'em, and gaily gorged ahead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They fell upon my fancy phlox, hyacinths and hollyhocks;<br>Amaryllis, antirrhinum, lupin, lily, all were lost.<br>All my garden's vanished glory now remained a sorry story,<br>While, dismayed, I sprayed and sprayed and reckoned not the cost.<br>Lime and sulphur, Paris green, arsenate of lead -<br>Vain were these till nights afreeze dire destruction spread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lifeless lie the pupa cases, larvae leave no least lone traces.<br>Apphis eggs (if there be any) are a pest now haply past.<br>With a mad song in my throat, in the dawn I dance, I gloat;<br>For my eveil days have ended, and revenge is here at last.<br>Vain the Paris green, the sulphur; vain the arsenate of lead;<br>Fourteen frosty nights have finsihed all the olden dread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I dance upon the lawn in the cold, white dawn,<br>And I chortle o'er cadavers of a countless million slain.<br>Men may moan and deem it sad, vowing that I am as mad<br>As a hatter. what's it matter? Join my maniac's refrain:<br>'Lime and sulphur, Paris green, arsenate of lead,<br>Benzole couldn't kill 'em; but they're dead, dead, dead.'</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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Where the frost about my feet spreads its winter winding sheet
There I chuckle and I chortle as I chant my mad refrain;
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