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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357902" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hidden City</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the schooner Desperate<br>That sailed the southern sea,<br>And the skipper had brought his little daughter<br>To our centenary.<br>Blue were her eyes and plucked her brow,<br>Where she wore a golden curl.<br>Yet, 'spite her looks, she was somehow<br>A shrewd, observant girl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But and spake an old sailor<br>Who had been that way before <br>'I pray don't land at yonder port<br>Lest your girl count it a bore.<br>Last year the town had a handsome street,<br>This year no street we see.'<br>'Why?' asked the skipper. 'Poles,' said the tar.<br>And a sneering laugh laughed he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For an alderman had spoken,<br>Who had known the ropes long since,<br>And he said, 'Where are them sticks an' rag<br>We had for that other Prince.<br>Let's stick 'em up in the street again.'<br>Said the mayor, 'Don't be a quince.<br>We'll have some new bright painted ones;<br>And let the aesthetes wince.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Father,' the skipper's daughter cried<br>'No fair city I see.'<br>'It is behind them decorations, lass <br>Them candy sticks you see.'<br>'But, father, why do they stand there,<br>All orange smeared and red,<br>Like garish clowns in a stately street?'<br>'Search me,' the skipper said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, father! What are those nightmare things,<br>Those gadgets brightly lit?<br>Let us away on urgent wings,<br>Or I fear I'll have a fit.'<br>'Courage, my child,' the skipper said.<br>Curb your aesthetic sense,<br>And close your eyes and cover your head,<br>And I shall bear you hence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come hither, come hither, my little daughter,<br>And do not tremble so.'<br>He wrapped her up in his seaman's coat.<br>'Come,' said he, 'let us go<br>Out where no poles or pylons are,<br>And no centenary,<br>To a scene that no man's hand may mar.'<br> And he steered for the open sea.</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 she wore a golden curl.
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