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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414530" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Saved from my naivete story poem for M 'lady Ann Beard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I loved her but she loved me not<br>and so I joined the infantry.<br>In the vain hope I would be shot<br> and put an end to misery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I loved her but she loved me not.<br> She thought she was too good for me<br>I fought in every trouble spot<br> but Lady Luck looked after me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I suffered not a single scratch<br> although I was prepared to die.<br> In me the Hun had met his match<br>I did not care or wonder why.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I rose to be a brigadier<br>Promoted on the battlefield<br> I made my men ignore their fear.<br> My leadership I would not yield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Always the foremost in the van<br> I led my men from out in front.<br>They recognised a fearless man<br> prepared for any reckless stunt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They followed blindly where I led.<br>We terrified the enemy.<br>It seemed I could not be shot dead<br> but I forgot my misery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we achieved the victory<br> Returning home as heroes all.<br>I saw her gazing up at me<br>as if expecting me to call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boot was on the other foot.<br>She was the one pursuing me<br>I found I did not give a hoot.<br>Completely cured, quite fancy free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My love turned to indifference.<br>She’d had her chance and turned me down.<br>My rank made all the difference.<br>It was as if I’d always known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now that I saw through her pretence.<br>It was not love as I had thought<br> but merely youthful innocence.<br>Which had sustained me as I fought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was prepared to die to prove<br> a fact that simply was not true<br> I fancied that I was in love <br>as green young men so often do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I have reached a man’s estate<br>I know she was not meant for me <br>and thank the gods that kindly fate <br>stepped in, in time to rescue me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though in due course I hope to find<br>A woman that a man can trust.<br> A lady gentle true and kind<br> who will cure my wanderlust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I am a man who needs a wife<br> to love and raise a family.<br>Together lead a normal life.<br>I know somewhere she waits for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think perhaps she’s looking too <br>and hope we wont have long to wait.<br> Before kind fate directs us to <br>meet and recognise our mate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1-Apr-08</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 so I joined the infantry.
In the vain hope I would be shot
 and put an end to misery.

I loved her but she loved me not.
 She thought she was too good for me
I fought in every trouble spot
 but Lady Luck looked..."></div>
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