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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365994" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Time Has Come...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The vicar went to the valley, <br>A mountain on either side, <br>He built a small log cabin<br>To comfort his future bride, <br>The wind between the mountains<br>Brought echoes of far-off plains, <br>More often than not in the heart of the night, <br>Someone called his name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The voice was sometimes muffled, <br>The voice, it sometimes screamed, <br>Whole sentences were chanted<br>Broke in on the vicar's dreams, <br>The sounds were like a mirage<br>Half heard from a distant town, <br>Whenever the wind would begin to rise<br>He heard the strangest sounds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tap-tap-tap in the morning, <br>A tap-tap-tap at night, <br>As if someone was typing<br>Up on the mountain's height, <br>The rhythm was pervasive<br>As it typed some ancient log, <br>He heard the words: 'The quick brown fox<br>Jumps over the lazy dog.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He ran from out of the cabin<br>And scanned the dusty plain, <br>His trusty dog was lying<br>Asleep on the track again, <br>When out from the brittle bushes<br>Aside of the narrow track, <br>A quick brown fox with a startled look, <br>Jumped over his old Ridge-back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The vicar ran to the cabin<br>And fell on his knees in prayer, <br>What are you trying to tell me, lord, <br>That you're really, really there? <br>I thought you were, but I wasn't sure, <br>It'll take some getting used to! <br>A voice intoned: 'England expects<br>Each man to do his duty! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The vicar jumped up off his knees<br>And praised the lord again, <br>You've saved my very soul, my lord, <br>From Hell, and the pits of pain, <br>I'd thought that God was mine alone, <br>And not for everyone, <br>But now I find - and it blows my mind; <br>'God is an Englishman! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind was slowly rising, <br>It whined and whooped and roared, <br>It swooped along the valley, <br>Came in at the cabin door, <br>The vicar, sleeping restlessly<br>Heard everything, hale and hearty: <br>'The time has come for all good men<br>To come to the aid of the party.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The vicar's not been seen of late<br>He's busy, light and dark, <br>With hammer, nails, and canvas sails<br>He's building himself an Ark, <br>While in a tiny township that<br>Lies hidden in mountain haze, <br>A typing teacher has just locked up, <br>And gone on his holidays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">12 April 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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A mountain on either side, 
He built a small log cabin
To comfort his future bride, 
The wind between the mountains
Brought echoes of far-off plains, 
More often than not in the heart of the night, 
Someone called hi..."></div>
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