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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Was a Famous Victory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a summer evening; <br>Old Kaspar was at home, <br>Sitting before his cottage door-- <br>Like in the Southey pome-- <br>And near him, with a magazine, <br>Idled his grandchild, Geraldine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Wy don't you ask me," Kaspar said <br>To the child upon the floor, <br>"Why don't you ask me what I did <br>When I was in the war? <br>They told me that each little kid <br>Would surely ask me what I did.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I've had my story ready <br>For thirty years or more." <br>"Don't bother, Grandpa," said the child; <br>"I find such things a bore. <br>Pray leave me to my magazine," <br>Asserted little Geraldine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then entered little Peterkin, <br>To whom the gaffer said: <br>"You'd like to hear about the war? <br>How I was left for dead?" <br>"No. And, besides," declared the youth, <br>"How do I know you speak the truth?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arose the Wan, embittered man, <br>The hero of this pome, <br>And walked, with not unsprightly step, <br>Down to the Soldiers' Home, <br>Where he, with seven other men, <br>Sat swapping lies till half-past ten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Franklin+P.+Adams">Franklin P. Adams</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392954" data-title="It Was a Famous Victory de Franklin P. Adams" data-description="It was a summer evening; Old Kaspar was at home, Sitting before his cottage door-- Like in the Southey pome-- And near him, with a magazine, Idled his grandchild, Geraldine. "Wy don't you ask me," Kaspar said To the child upon the..."></div> </div> </div>
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