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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408879" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Jimmy Woodser</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar <br>Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown, <br>Too old and too odd to be drunk with, by far; <br>So he glides to the end where the lunch baskets are <br>And they say that he tipples alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His frockcoat is green and the nap is no more, <br>And his hat is not quite at its best; <br>He wears the peaked collar our grandfathers wore, <br>The black-ribbon tie that was legal of yore, <br>And the coat buttoned over his breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When first he came in, for a moment I thought <br>That my vision or wits were astray; <br>For a picture and page out of Dickens he brought--- <br>‘Twas an old file dropped in from the Chancery Court <br>To the wine-vault just over the way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I dreamed, as he tasted his “bitter” to-night <br>And the lights in the bar-room grew dim, <br>That the shades of the friends of that other day’s light, <br>And of girls that were bright in our grandfathers” sight, <br>Lifted shadowy glasses to him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then I opened the door, and the old man passed out, <br>With his short, shuffling step and bowed head; <br>And I sighed; for I felt, as I turned me about, <br>An odd sense of respect---born of whisky no doubt--- <br>For the life that was fifty years dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And I thought---there are times when our memory trends <br>Through the future, as ‘twere on its own--- <br>That I, out-of-date ere my pilgrimage ends, <br>In a new-fashioned bar to dead loves and dead friends <br>Might drink, like the old man, alone. <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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Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown, 
Too old and too odd to be drunk with, by far; 
So he glides to the end where the lunch baskets are 
And they say that he tipples alone. 

His frockcoat is green and the nap..."></div>
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