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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393012" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When You Meet a Man from Your Own Home Town</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing, O Muse, in treble clef, <br>A little song of the A.E.F., <br>And pardon me, please, if I give vent <br>To something akin to sentiment. <br>But we have our moments Over Here <br>When we want to cry and we want to cheer; <br>And the hurrah feeling will not down <br>When you meet a man from your own home town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's many a lonesome, longsome day <br>Since you embarked from the U.S.A., <br>And you met some men--it's a great big war-- <br>From towns that you never had known before; <br>And you landed here, and your rest camp mate <br>Was a man from some strange and distant state. <br>Liked him? Yes; but you wanted to see <br>A man from the town where you used to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then you went, by design or chance, <br>All over the well-known map of France; <br>And you yearned with a yearn that grew and grew <br>To talk with a man from the burg you knew. <br>And some lugubrious morn when <br>Your morale is batting about .110, <br>&quot;Where are you from?&quot; and you make reply, <br>And the O.D. warrior says, &quot;So am I.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The universe wears a smiling face <br>As you spill your talk of the old home place; <br>You talk of the streets, and the home town jokes, <br>And you find that you know each other's folks; <br>And you haven't any more woes at all <br>Ad you both decide that the world is small-- <br>A statement adding to its renown <br>When you meet a man from your own home town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You may be among the enlisted men, <br>You may be a Lieut. or a Major-Gen.; <br>Your home may be up in the Chilkoot Pass, <br>In Denver, Col., or in Pittsfield, Mass.; <br>You may have come from Chicago, Ill., <br>Buffalo, Portland, or Louisville-- <br>But there's nothing, I'm gambling, can keep you down, <br>When you meet a man from your own home town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you want to know why I wrote this pome, <br>Well . . . I've just had a talk with a guy from home.</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>
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A little song of the A.E.F., 
And pardon me, please, if I give vent 
To something akin to sentiment. 
But we have our moments Over Here 
When we want to cry and we want to cheer; 
And the hurrah feeling will not down..."></div>
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