<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358050" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Week-ends</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't know what's come to the summer<br>In these dull and decadent years;<br>But a fellow grows glummer and glummer<br>As promise of autumn appears;<br>For there's not been a sign of a week-end of shine,<br>Or the sun on the sea all aglimmer.<br>And, as the weeks pass, wet and windy, alas,<br>Thin hope grows yet slimmer and slimmer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the sad days, the mad days,<br>Of rain and wind and mud!<br>The week speeds by with the sun on high<br>To come a sickening thud.<br>When the slippery slosh of the gum golosh<br>On the soaked and sodden ground<br>Thro' the country lane sounds once again<br>When the week-end comes around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I go to the bush for a week-end<br>From a city aglow in the sun,<br>My holiday comes to a bleak end<br>Ere half a day's length has been run.<br>And I gaze thro' the pane at the splattering rain,<br>Forlorn thro' a profitless Sunday,<br>And come back to town with the sun pouring down<br>To smile on my labours on Monday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the weekends, when pique ends<br>In grim and gaunt despair!<br>Hope wakes anew as all week thro'<br>The glass is pointing fair,<br>And fine and warm: but a lurking storm<br>Behind the high hills grows<br>To spread dismay each Saturday <br>And another week-end goes.</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=358050" data-title="Week-ends de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="I don't know what's come to the summer In these dull and decadent years; But a fellow grows glummer and glummer As promise of autumn appears; For there's not been a sign of a week-end of shine, Or the sun on the sea all aglimmer. And, as the weeks..."></div> </div> </div>

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