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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Baby With His Whiskers On (Fun Poem 115)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day a gypsy came to the door <br>selling a sprig of heather. <br>Cross my palm with silver <br>and I’ll make your wish come true. <br>I gave some silver coins <br>and she gave me a green and purple pill. <br>“Take this last thing at night <br>and tomorrow your wish will be granted.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took her green and purple pill <br>just as she had instructed. <br>Next morning I awoke still with my whiskers on, <br>but my poor wife almost had fit <br>thinking she’d had a baby in the night. <br>The magic had changed me rapidly <br>and now I looked only three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My wish had been to look younger, <br>it had come very true, <br>and the magic had turned me <br>back to the age of three. <br>My wife was all fingers and thumbs <br>wondering just what to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How was she going to take me out, <br>a baby of three with his whiskers on? <br>I looked like her grandson <br>and not her husband o f many years. <br>Even I began to wonder how long <br>it would take before the magic wore off.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Days moved into weeks <br>and a baby with his whiskers on <br>I remained to be. <br>People took photos of me <br>not quite believing what they saw. <br>One day my wife took me to the park <br>and around in the grass I crawled, <br>a baby with his whiskers on wearing a nappy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then suddenly and without warning, <br>I came back to my normal age. <br>Now everybody stared at me, <br>a man in his sixties in the park with only a nappy on. <br>I managed to get home <br>without being arrested, <br>but had to stay in the car until after dark <br>in case anyone saw me go in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moral of this story, <br>be careful what you wish for, <br>as the consequences will not <br>be exactly what you think <br>and never take <br>any green and purple pills from a gypsy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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selling a sprig of heather. 
Cross my palm with silver 
and I’ll make your wish come true. 
I gave some silver coins 
and she gave me a green and purple pill. 
“Take this last thing at night 
and tomorrow your..."></div>
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