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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390819" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A piteous plaint</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot eat my porridge,<br> I weary of my play;<br>No longer can I sleep at night,<br> No longer romp by day!<br>Though forty pounds was once my weight,<br> I'm shy of thirty now;<br>I pine, I wither and I fade<br> Through love of Martha Clow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As she rolled by this morning<br> I heard the nurse girl say:<br>&quot;She weighs just twenty-seven pounds<br> And she's one year old to-day.&quot;<br>I threw a kiss that nestled<br> In the curls upon her brow,<br>But she never turned to thank me--<br> That bouncing Martha Clow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She ought to know I love her,<br> For I've told her that I do;<br>And I've brought her nuts and apples,<br> And sometimes candy, too!<br>I'd drag her in my little cart<br> If her mother would allow<br>That delicate attention<br> To her daughter, Martha Clow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Martha! pretty Martha!<br> Will you always be so cold?<br>Will you always be as cruel<br> As you are at one-year-old?<br>Must your two-year-old admirer<br> Pine as hopelessly as now<br>For a fond reciprocation<br> Of his love for Martha Clow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You smile on Bernard Rogers<br> And on little Harry Knott;<br>You play with them at peek-a-boo<br> All in the Waller Lot!<br>Wildly I gnash my new-cut teeth<br> And beat my throbbing brow,<br>When I behold the coquetry<br> Of heartless Martha Clow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot eat my porridge,<br> Nor for my play care I;<br>Upon the floor and porch and lawn<br> My toys neglected lie;<br>But on the air of Halsted street<br> I breathe this solemn vow:<br>&quot;Though she be false, I will be true<br> To pretty Martha Clow!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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 I weary of my play;
No longer can I sleep at night,
 No longer romp by day!
Though forty pounds was once my weight,
 I'm shy of thirty now;
I pine, I wither and I fade
 Through love of Martha Clow.

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