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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408848" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lady of the Motor Car</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lady of the Motor-car she stareth straight ahead;<br>Her face is like the stone, my friend, her face is like the dead;<br>Her face is like the stone, my friend, because she is “well-bred”—<br>Because her heart is dead, my friend, as all her life was dead. <br>The Lady of the Motor-car she speaketh like a man,<br>Because her girlhood never was, nor womanhood began.<br>She says, “To the Aus-traliah, John!” and “Home” when she hath been.<br>And to the husband at her side she says, “Whhat doo you mean?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lady of the Motor-car her very soul is dead,<br>Because she never helped herself nor had to work for bread;<br>The Lady of the Motor-car sits in her sitting-room,<br>Her stony face has never changed though all the land is gloom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her motor-car hath gone to hell—the hell that man hath made;<br>She sitteth in her sitting-room, and she is not afraid;<br>Nor fear of life or death, or worse, could change her well-bred mien;<br>She knits socks in a stony way, and says, “Whhat doo they mean?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lady in her carriage sits, with cushions turning green—<br>And once it was a mourning-coach, and once it held a queen.<br>Behind a coachman and a horse too old to go to war,<br>She driveth to her “four o’clocks” and to her sick and poor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the enemy bombards and walls begin to fall,<br>The Lady of the Motor-car shall stand above you all;<br>Amongst the strong and silent brave, and those who pray or shriek,<br>She’ll nurse the wounded from the grave and pacify the weak. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if the enemy prevails, with death on every side,<br>The Lady of the Car shall die as heroines have died,<br>But if the victory remains, she’ll be what she hath been,<br>And, sitting in her motor-car, shall say: “<br>Whhat doo you mean?<br>”</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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Her face is like the stone, my friend, her face is like the dead;
Her face is like the stone, my friend, because she is “well-bred”—
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