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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374840" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gentle Hint</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old man sat upon his swag his eyes were red and bleared.<br>I doubt he’d had a wash for days or even combed his beard.<br>He cadged my pouch and filled his pipe and calmly blew a cloud<br>‘Some blokes ain’t got no pride’ he said, ‘but I was always proud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some time ago I humped me swag along the Lachlan side<br>A blazing drought had hit the land and all the stock had died.<br>One night a good bit after dark I reached a country town;<br>Pulls up outside the local hall and flings me bluey down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A dance was going on inside, a crowd was on the floor,<br>So I ’itches up me pants a bit and mooches in the door.<br>Some tarts was taken round the grub; I thinks I’m just in time;<br>A cup of tea will do me good; them sandwiches look prime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But all at once the head serang, a great big hulking brute,<br>Strides across the floor at me and landed me a beaut.<br>He never said what made him narked or what he’d done it for<br>Just simply hits me good and hard, and knocks me out the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I landed fair upon me back. I got a nasty jar<br>And I thought just how he weren’t polite, I wondered who ’e are.<br>I thought per’aps he meant no harm, so I ’itches up me pants<br>And makes me mind up come what would, I’d take another chance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I mooches in the door again. They’re cartin’ round the sweets.<br>Cream puff and buns ’n rainbow cakes and other fancy eats.<br>I’m just reaching out me dook when, strike me blue and blind,<br>One feller grabs me in the front, another from behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They swings me like a bag o’ chaff and shouted one, two, three<br>And then they laughs and holler ‘Go’, and it was go for me.<br>I hurtled out into the night and lands upon a stump<br>(Just put yer ’and behind me ear, you still can feel the lump)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That settled me; my oath it did; they’d hurt me in me pride;<br>And I decided there and then I wouldn’t go inside.<br>I knew I wasn’t welcome there, I saw it clear as print;<br>Some blokes ain’t got no pride at all – but I can take a hint!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Harrington">Edward Harrington</a><div class=q>
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