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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365950" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hole in the Bathroom Wall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cottage was old, it needed some work<br>The walls were of crumbling stone, <br>The windows, like eyes in a tumbledown Kirk<br>Were staring, like sockets of bone; <br>I hadn't much money, I hadn't much choice, <br>'I'll take it, ' I said to the man, <br>If only I'd known what the future would bring<br>I would never have shaken his hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My marriage had failed, I had my young son<br>Just three and a half in the spring, <br>We bought an old bed and a table, two chairs, <br>Drove up there and went to move in; <br>The floorboards were creaky, the walls were damp, <br>The place was as filthy as hell, <br>I sat the young lad on the floor by a lamp<br>And I cleaned, until darkness fell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rooms were all empty, they echoed and stirred, <br>I thought I heard whispers and moans, <br>The ghosts of the past tried to warn me, I guess, <br>I couldn't interpret their groans; <br>I tucked up the lad after dinner, in bed, <br>And I wandered the house overall, <br>Then checked out the water, and turning my head<br>Saw a hole in the bathroom wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It wasn't that big, but was over the bath, <br>I could see through the damp and the rot, <br>It wouldn't take that much to fill it, I thought, <br>Then I took a long walk, and forgot; <br>For days I was painting, cementing and fixing<br>The cracks were all over the place, <br>But never a thought of that hole in the wall -<br>To my ultimate shame, and disgrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Outside the cottage, a paddock ran back, <br>All burnt up and brown in the sun, <br>There wasn't a leaf or a stick that was green<br>The summer had barely begun; <br>Old pieces of iron lay thick on the ground<br>And lizards lay under their shade, <br>I should have been warned, but it just didn’t dawn<br>On me then, to my utter dismay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A month had gone by, the weather was dry, <br>So hot that we suffered like hell, <br>I drew a warm bath, only tepid and low<br>So the lad could cool off for a spell, <br>I reached for a towel, but nothing was there, <br>I remembered it out on the line, <br>Then ran out the back to retrieve it, and saw<br>What has ever since haunted my mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For over behind the old cottage, there slid<br>A brown skinned, and hideous snake, <br>Six foot in length it ignored me and went<br>For the hole where the wall was baked, <br>Slowly its body slid into the hole<br>As I stood there just shaking in fear, <br>My beautiful baby was sat in the bath<br>As his deadly opponent drew near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ran through the door and I screamed as I ran, <br>I made for the bathroom door, <br>Everything seemed to go suddenly slow<br>As I slid on the muddy, wet floor, <br>I finally got to the bathroom door, <br>Reached out, as I started to fall, <br>The snake had reared up, preparing to strike<br>From the hole in the bathroom wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We often remember 'the day of the snake'<br>Since my son has grown taller than me, <br>He has this aversion to lizards and snakes, <br>And goanna's and skinks in the tree, <br>We regularly walk round the cottage and fix<br>Any cracks, any holes, overall; <br>I lost my right arm from the snake as it struck<br>From the hole in the bathroom wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">12 March 2008</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 walls were of crumbling stone, 
The windows, like eyes in a tumbledown Kirk
Were staring, like sockets of bone; 
I hadn't much money, I hadn't much choice, 
'I'll take it, ' I said to the man, 
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