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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384276" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Pin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, I know a certain lady who is reckoned with the good, <br>Yet she fills me with more terror than a raging lion would.<br>The little chills run up and down my spine whene’er we meet, <br>Though she seems a gentle creature, and she’s very trim and neat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she has a thousand virtues and not one acknowledged sin, <br>But she is the sort of person you could liken to a pin.<br>And she pricks you and she sticks you in a way that can’t be said.<br>If you seek for what has hurt you – why, you cannot find the head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she fills you with discomfort and exasperating pain.<br>If anybody asks you why, you really can’t explain! <br>A pin is such a tiny thing, of that there is no doubt, <br>Yet when it’s sticking in your flesh you’re wretched till it’s out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’s wonderfully observing – when she meets a pretty girl, <br>She is always sure to tell her if her hair is out of curl; <br>And she is so sympathetic to her friend who’s much admires, <br>She is often heard remarking, ‘Dear, you look so worn and tired.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she is an honest critic, for on yesterday she eyed<br>The new dress I was airing with a woman’s natural pride, <br>And she said, ‘Oh, how becoming! ’ and then gently added, ‘it<br>Is really a misfortune that the basque is such a fit.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she said, ‘If you heard me yester eve, I’m sure, my friend, <br>You would say I was a champion who knows how to defend.’<br>And she left me with the feeling – most unpleasant, I aver –<br>That the whole world would despise me is it hadn’t been for her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whenever I encounter her, in such a nameless way<br>She gives me the impression I am at my worst that day.<br>And the hat that was imported (and cost me half a sonnet) , <br>With just one glance from her round eyes becomes a Bowery bonnet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is always bright and smiling, sharp and pointed for a thrust; <br>Use does not seem to blunt her point, nor does she gather rust.<br>Oh! I wish some hapless specimen of mankind would begin<br>To tidy up the world for me, by picking up this pin!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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Yet she fills me with more terror than a raging lion would.
The little chills run up and down my spine whene’er we meet, 
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