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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373627" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Little Orphan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky;<br> A puddle in a vacant lot his sea where ships pass by:<br> Poor little orphan boy of five, the city smoke and grime <br> Taint every cooling breeze he gets throughout the summer time;<br> And he is just as your boy is, a child who loves to play,<br> Except that he is drawn and white and cannot get away.<br> And he would like the open fields, for often in his dreams<br> The angels kind bear him off to where are pleasant streams,<br> Where he may sail a splendid boat, sometimes he flies a kite,<br> Or romps beside a shepherd dog and shouts with all his might;<br> But when the dawn of morning comes he wakes to find once more<br> That what he thought were sun-kissed hills are rags upon the floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then through the hot and sultry day he plays at &quot;make-pretend,&quot;<br> The alley is a sandy beach where all the rich folks send<br> Their little boys and girls to play, a barrel is his boat,<br> But, oh, the air is tifling and the dust fills up his throat;<br> And though he tries so very hard to play, somehow it seems<br> He never gets such wondrous joys as angels bring in dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Poor little orphan boy of five, except that he is pale,<br> With sunken cheeks and hollow eyes and very wan and frail,<br> Just like that little boy of yours, with same desire to play,<br> Fond of the open fields and skies, he's built the self-same way;<br> But kept by fate and circumstance away from shady streams,<br> His only joy comes when he sleeps and angels bring him dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Albert+Guest">Edgar Albert Guest</a><div class=q>
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