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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416521" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A' Old Played-Out Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's the curiousest thing in creation,<br>Whenever I hear that old song,<br>'Do They Miss Me at Home?' I'm so bothered,<br>My life seems as short as it's long!--<br>Far ever'thing 'pears like adzackly<br>It 'peared, in the years past and gone,--<br>When I started out sparkin', at twenty,<br>And had my first neckercher on!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though I'm wrinkelder, older and grayer<br>Right now than my parents was then,<br>You strike up that song, 'Do They Miss Me?'<br>And I'm jest a youngster again!--<br>I'm a-standin' back there in the furries<br>A-wishin' far evening to come,<br>And a-whisperin' over and over<br>Them words, 'Do They Miss Me at Home?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You see, Marthy Ellen she sung it<br>The first time I heerd it; and so,<br>As she was my very first sweetheart,<br>It reminds of her, don't you know,--<br>How her face ust to look, in the twilight,<br>As I tuck her to spellin'; and she<br>Kep' a-hummin' that song 'tel I ast her,<br>Pine-blank, ef she ever missed me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can shet my eyes now, as you sing it,<br>And hear her low answerin' words,<br>And then the glad chirp of the crickets<br>As clear as the twitter of birds;<br>And the dust in the road is like velvet,<br>And the ragweed, and fennel, and grass<br>Is as sweet as the scent of the lilies<br>Of Eden of old, as we pass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Do They Miss Me at Home?' Sing it lower--<br>And softer--and sweet as the breeze<br>That powdered our path with the snowy<br>White bloom of the old locus'-trees!<br>Let the whippoorwills he'p you to sing it,<br>And the echoes 'way over the hill,<br>'Tel the moon boolges out, in a chorus<br>Of stars, and our voices is still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, oh! 'They's a chord in the music<br>That's missed when _her_ voice is away!'<br>Though I listen from midnight 'tel morning,<br>And dawn, 'tel the dusk of the day;<br>And I grope through the dark, lookin' up'ards<br>And on through the heavenly dome,<br>With my longin' soul singin' and sobbin'<br>The words, 'Do They Miss Me at Home?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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Whenever I hear that old song,
'Do They Miss Me at Home?' I'm so bothered,
My life seems as short as it's long!--
Far ever'thing 'pears like adzackly
It 'peared, in the years past and gone,--
When I started o..."></div>
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