<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412509" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Equalizer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a small hut on the hill<br>Lived a poor man named Bill<br>He could not spell it made life hell<br>At times there was no wood in the shed<br>The family went many times hungry to bed<br>But when he sat under the old Linden Tree<br>He had this feeling of being free<br>His gaze would wander over mountains and dales<br>Feeling tired but forgot what ails<br>Then came the knock on the door<br>He ask who they were calling for<br>It's me the Grim Reaper said<br>There is no sense going to bed<br>Come with me and the other one<br>And my calling for the day is done…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There comes a time when all is fair <br>But the lord of the manor was stroking his hair<br>His hand cradled a delicate crystal glass<br>A dozen red roses stood in a vase<br>On a table filled with food to delight<br>The view from the window a beautiful sight<br>His coat was pure silk the shirt out of lace<br>His mind from the wine in a haze<br>He lived in splendor every day of his life <br>Not caring for others strife<br>Then came the knock on the door<br>He ask who they were calling for<br>It's me the Grim Reaper said<br>There is no sense going to bed<br>Come with me and the other one<br>And my calling for the day is done…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ingeborg+von+Finsterwalde">Ingeborg von Finsterwalde</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=412509" data-title="The Equalizer de Ingeborg von Finsterwalde" data-description="In a small hut on the hill Lived a poor man named Bill He could not spell it made life hell At times there was no wood in the shed The family went many times hungry to bed But when he sat under the old Linden Tree He had this feeling of being free..."></div> </div> </div>

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