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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384716" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Yellow-Covered Almanac</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I left the farm when mother died and changed my place of dwelling<br> To daughter Susie’s stylish house right on the city street: <br>And there was them before I came that sort of scared me, telling<br> How I would find the town folks’ ways so difficult to meet; <br>They said I’d have no comfort in the rustling, fixed-up throng, <br> And I’d have to wear stiff collars every weekday, right along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I find I take to city ways just like a duck to water; <br> I like the racket and the noise and never tire of shows; <br>And there’s no end of comfort in the mansion of my daughter, <br> And everything is right at hand and money freely flows; <br>And hired help is all about, just listenin’ to my call –<br> But I miss the yellow almanac off my old kitchen wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The house is full of calendars from the attic to the cellar, <br> They’re painted in all colours and are fancy like to see, <br>But in this one in particular I’m not a modern feller, <br> And the yellow-covered almanac is good enough for me.<br>I’m used to it, I’ve seen it round from boyhood to old age, <br> And I rather like the jokin’ at the bottom of the page.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I like the way its ‘S’ stood out to show the week’s beginning, <br> (In these new-fangled calendars the days seem sort of mixed) , <br>And the man upon the cover, though he wa’n’t exactly winnin’, <br> With lungs and liver all exposed, still showed how we are fixed; <br>And the letters and credentials hat was writ to Mr. Ayer<br> I’ve often on a rainy day found readin’ pretty fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tried to buy one recently; there wa’n’t none in the city! <br> They toted out great calendars, in every shape and style.<br>I looked at them in cold disdain, and answered ‘em in pity –<br> ‘I’d rather have my almanac than all that costly pile.’<br>And though I take to city life, I’m lonesome after all<br> For that old yellow almanac upon my kitchen wall.</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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