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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408551" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>And What Have You To Say?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I MIND the days when ladies fair<br>Helped on my overcoat,<br>And tucked the silken handkerchief<br>About my precious throat;<br>They used to see the poet’s soul<br>In every song I wrote.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They pleaded hard, but I had work<br>To do, and could not stay<br>I used to work the whole night through,<br>And what have you to say?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Twas clever, handsome woman then,<br>And I their rising star;<br>I could not see they worshipped me,<br>Because I saw too far.<br>(’Tis well for one or two, I think,<br>That things are as they are.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(I used to write for writing’s sake,<br>I used to write till day,<br>I loved my prose and poetry,<br>And what have you to say?)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I guess if one should meet me now<br>That she would gasp to think,<br>She ever knew a thing like me,<br>As down the street I slink,<br>And trembling cadge from some old pal<br>The tray-bit for a drink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I used to drink with gentlemen<br>To pass an hour away:<br>I drink long beers in common bars,<br>And what have you to say?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But often, in the darkest night<br>(And ’tis a wondrous thing)—<br>When others see the devils dance,<br>I hear the angels sing,<br>And round the drunkard’s lonely bed<br>Heaven’s nurses whispering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wrote for Truth and Right alone,<br>I wrote from night till day;<br>I’ll find a drunken pauper grave,<br>And what have you to say?<br>Good night!<br>Good day!<br>My noble friends,<br>And what have you to say?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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Helped on my overcoat,
And tucked the silken handkerchief
About my precious throat;
They used to see the poet’s soul
In every song I wrote.

They pleaded hard, but I had work
To do, and could not stay
I used to w..."></div>
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