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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373632" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When Father Shook The Stove</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas not so many years ago, <br>Say, twenty-two or three, <br>When zero weather or below <br>Held many a thrill for me. <br>Then in my icy room I slept <br>A youngster's sweet repose, <br>And always on my form I kept <br>My flannel underclothes. <br>Then I was roused by sudden shock <br>Though still to sleep I strove, <br>I knew that it was seven o'clock <br>When father shook the stove. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never heard him quit his bed <br>Or his alarm clock ring; <br>I never heard his gentle tread, <br>Or his attempts to sing; <br>The sun that found my window pane <br>On me was wholly lost, <br>Though many a sunbeam tried in vain <br>To penetrate the frost. <br>To human voice I never stirred, <br>But deeper down I dove <br>Beneath the covers, when I heard <br>My father shake the stove. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-day it all comes back to me <br>And I can hear it still; <br>He seemed to take a special glee <br>In shaking with a will. <br>He flung the noisy dampers back, <br>Then rattled steel on steel, <br>Until the force of his attack <br>The building seemed to feel. <br>Though I'd a youngster's heavy eyes <br>All sleep from them he drove; <br>It seemed to me the dead must rise <br>When father shook the stove. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now radiators thump and pound <br>And every room is warm, <br>And modern men new ways have found <br>To shield us from the storm. <br>The window panes are seldom glossed <br>The way they used to be; <br>The pictures left by old Jack Frost <br>Our children never see. <br>And now that he has gone to rest <br>In God's great slumber grove, <br>I often think those days were best <br>When father shook the stove.</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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Say, twenty-two or three, 
When zero weather or below 
Held many a thrill for me. 
Then in my icy room I slept 
A youngster's sweet repose, 
And always on my form I kept 
My flannel underclothes. 
Then I was roused by..."></div>
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