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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365905" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Choice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The house had stood in the forest since<br>The passing of George the Third, <br>Ivy clung to the western wall, <br>The pillars were cracked and scarred, <br>The windows were bricked and boarded up<br>From the days of the window tax, <br>And the name FitzAdam was burnt in sin<br>In its myriad faults and cracks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The oaks threw shadows in early morn, <br>The elms threw shadows at noon, <br>There wasn't a single sunny wall<br>To be found ‘til the month of June, <br>And deep inside in the gloomy halls<br>Sat the last of the family tree, <br>Two aging spinsters, Jan and Jane, <br>And a dead man, that made three! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Henry sat as he'd always sat<br>Since the day that he'd come to call, <br>To ask for the hand of Jan or Jane, <br>And arrange a Wedding Ball, <br>It was fifty years ago today<br>That he'd kept them in suspense, <br>For neither knew what their suitor knew<br>And the atmosphere was tense! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was just a game to him, they thought, <br>He was going to have his fun, <br>He sat at the head of the table, and<br>He watched their features run, <br>The anxious looks of the elder girl, <br>The pleading lips of Jane, <br>He sat for an hour between them there<br>And refused to name a name! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fire that glowed in the hearth went out, <br>Jane left to fetch some coal, <br>While Jan reached out for a sign from him<br>And felt that his hand was cold; <br>His eyes were blank as a morning mist, <br>His jaw had dropped to his chest, <br>‘What have you done - was I the one? '<br>Jane cried, in her distress! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Henry, he was good and dead, <br>He'd reached his earthly span, <br>His heart had not proved big enough<br>To choose between Jane and Jan, <br>And so he sits with a secret smile<br>As his flesh returns to sand, <br>While Jan and Jane, they still complain<br>As they struggle to hold his hand! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">15 June 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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The windows were bricked and boarded up
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