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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416703" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Dancin'-Days Is Over</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is it in old fiddle-chunes 'at makes me ketch my breath<br>And ripples up my backbone tel I'm tickled most to death?--<br>Kindo' like that sweet-sick feelin', in the long sweep of a swing,<br>The first you ever swung in, with yer first sweet-heart, i jing!--<br>Yer first picnic--yer first ice-cream--yer first o' _ever'thing_<br>'At happened 'fore yer dancin'-days wuz over!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never understood it--and I s'pose I never can,--<br>But right in town here, yisterd'y, I heerd a pore blindman<br>A-fiddlin' old 'Gray Eagle'--_And_-sir! I jes stopped my load<br>O' hay and listened at him--yes, and watched the way he 'bow'd,'--<br>And back I went, plum forty year', with boys and girls I knowed<br>And loved, long 'fore my dancin'-days wuz over!--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At high noon in yer city,--with yer blame Magnetic-Cars<br>A-hummin' and a-screetchin' past--and bands and G.A.R.'s<br>A-marchin'--and fire-ingines.--_All_ the noise, the whole street through,<br>Wuz lost on me!--I only heerd a whipperwill er two,<br>It 'peared-like, kindo' callin' 'crost the darkness and the dew,<br>Them nights afore my dancin'-days wuz over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">T'uz Chused'y-night at Wetherell's, er We'nsd'y-night at Strawn's,<br>Er Fourth-o'-July-night at uther Tomps's house er John's!--<br>With old Lew Church from Sugar Crick, with that old fiddle he<br>Had sawed clean through the Army, from Atlanty to the sea--<br>And yit he'd fetched, her home ag'in, so's he could play fer me<br>One't more afore my dancin'-days wuz over!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The woods 'at's all ben cut away wuz growin' same as then;<br>The youngsters all wuz boys ag'in 'at's now all oldish men;<br>And all the girls 'at _then_ wuz girls--I saw 'em, one and all,<br>As _plain_ as then--the middle-sized, the short-and-fat, and tall--<br>And, 'peared-like, I danced 'Tucker' fer 'em up and down the wall<br>Jes like afore my dancin' days wuz over!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yer _po_-leece they can holler 'Say! _you_, Uncle! drive ahead!--<br>You can't use _all_ the right-o'-way!'--fer that wuz what they said!--<br>But, jes the same,--in spite of all 'at you call 'interprise<br>And prog-gress of _you_-folks Today,' we're all of _fambly-ties_--<br>We're all got feelin's fittin' fer the _tears_ 'at's in our eyes<br>Er the _smiles_ afore our dancin'-days is over.</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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And ripples up my backbone tel I'm tickled most to death?--
Kindo' like that sweet-sick feelin', in the long sweep of a swing,
The first you ever swung in, with yer first sweet-heart, i ..."></div>
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