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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358070" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yule Fever (With apologies to the King's Minstrel)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I must go down to the shops again, to the crowded shops go I<br>And all I have is a long list of the gifts that I must buy,<br>And a few bob in the old kick and a mere spot of credit;<br>For he'll trust me, so the boss said, but I hate the way he said it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I must go down to the shops again, for the call of Christmastide<br>Is a stern call and a hard call that may not be denied.<br>And all I ask is a fair choice at reasonable prices<br>And a hard heart for bland blokes with blandishing devices.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I must go down to the shops again. There's gifts for Mum and Dad<br>And Jim's gift and Joe's gift and toy for Peter's lad.<br>Then all I want are gloves for Clare? And June? I'll send her roses,<br>And - who's next? The list says - I've lost it! Holy Moses!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I must go down to the shops again, to the shops and the milling crowd<br>On a hot day and a fierce day when the skies know ne'er a cloud;<br>And all I ask is a fair spin 'mid the masses overheating<br>And the loud bawl of the bored babe, and the toy drums beating.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I must go down to the shops again, for I would be counted still<br>With the kind ./.. of the free hand in this season of goodwill;<br>And all I ask is a stout heart to carry on undaunted<br>While we scour town for the salt-pot that we know Aunt Annie wanted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I must go down to the shops again, for they'll ply me, sure as fate<br>With the pink tie and the puce sock, and I must reciprocate.<br>But all I ask is a long seat when the weary trek is finished<br>And enough left for the Yule feast ere the bank-roll be dimished.</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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And all I have is a long list of the gifts that I must buy,
And a few bob in the old kick and a mere spot of credit;
For he'll trust me, so the boss said, but I hate the way he said it.
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