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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>anything is possible For M'lady Tara</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’d been driving since early morn<br> and some where I had gone astray<br> I was weary and travel worn.<br>I had to find a place to stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A good nights rest, a hearty meal <br>would make a new man out of me<br>I hoped the road would soon<br> reveal a wayside inn or hostelry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had not seen another soul <br>since I had left the main highway.<br>This single track seemed to unroll<br> in front of me in some strange way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was too tired to concentrate<br> I was fatigued and needed rest<br>I knew the hour was growing lat<br> and I decided it would be best</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To book into the first hotel<br> or bed and breakfast I could find.<br> Either one would suit me well<br> I did not care I would not mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just then I saw some way ahead<br> a building with a sign outside.<br>When I got closer I could read. <br>Be welcome stranger step inside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I parked my car just off the track <br>and boldly knocked upon the door.<br>Which slowly opened just a crack<br> then gradually a little more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until at last it opened wide.<br>That doors gey stiff, a sharp voice said.<br> An ancient lady stood inside.<br>I asked her if she had a bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I have two rooms and they’re both free<br> the season hasn’t started yet.<br>So come you in where you can see<br>It is not often that I get.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A visitor at all these days<br> not since they built the carrigeway<br> She fanned the fire into a blaze.<br>She was quite certain I would stay. <br> <br>She showed me to a cosy room<br> and said she would prepare a meal.<br> An oil lamp would relieve the gloom.<br>It seemed that I had struck a deal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did not care how much it cost<br> I had to eat and needed rest<br>I told her that I had got lost <br>and had decided it was best</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To find some place to spend the night <br>before I had an accident <br>She said she thought that I was right<br>and I should bide the night content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tomorrow was another day.<br>I ate my meal and went to bed.<br>How long I slept I cannot say<br>When I awoke I found instead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of being warm and dry in bed <br>I was outside beneath the sky.<br>My old suit case pillowed my head.<br>Now I will wonder til I die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If it was merely some strange dream <br>created by my tired mind.<br>Or had I entered some time stream<br> to find what I needed to find</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Which took me back to yester year.<br> When folks lived at a slower pace <br>The memory is crystal clear<br> although I could not find a trace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no record anywhere<br> to prove the house had ever been.<br>Officials thought me mad I fear <br>when I described the house I’d seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had it researched thoroughly<br>By local experts in this field<br>But they found no more trace than I<br>At last I gave up forced to yield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Admit my search had been in vain<br>Although it defies common sense<br>the memories which I retain<br>are not a matter of pretence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I do not often share this tale <br>which I believe to be quite true.<br>I know quite well that I should fail<br> If I attempt to convince you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know from past experience.<br> Though there are some but very few.<br>Who listen to me with patience <br>and can admit it could be true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some things can never be explained<br>although they are improbable.<br>I only know that I’ve retained<br>Belief that all is possible.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">31-Jul-08</div><div style="margin:10px 0">http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q>
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 and some where I had gone astray
 I was weary and travel worn.
I had to find a place to stay.

 A good nights rest, a hearty meal 
would make a new man out of me
I hoped the road would soon
 reveal a wayside in..."></div>
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