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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Romancin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I' b'en a-kindo musin', as the feller says, and I'm<br>About o' the conclusion that they ain't no better time,<br>When you come to cipher on it, than the times we used to know<br>When we swore our first 'dog-gone-it' sorto solem'-like and low!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You git my idy, do you?--_Little_ tads, you understand--<br>Jes' a wishin' thue and thue you that you on'y was a _man_.--<br>Yit here I am, this minute, even forty, to a day,<br>And fergittin' all that's in it, wishin' jes' the other way!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hain't no hand to lectur' on the times, er dimonstrate<br>Whur the trouble is, er hector and domineer with Fate,--<br>But when I git so flurried, and so pestered-like and blue,<br>And so rail owdacious worried, let me tell you what I do!--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I jes' gee-haw the hosses, and unhook the swingle-tree,<br>Whur the hazel-bushes tosses down their shadders over me,<br>And I draw my plug o' navy, and I climb the fence, and set<br>Jes' a-thinkin' here, 'y gravy! till my eyes is wringin'-wet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tho' I still kin see the trouble o' the _present_, I kin see--<br>Kindo like my sight was double--all the things that _used to be_;<br>And the flutter o' the robin, and the teeter o' the wren<br>Sets the willer branches bobbin 'howdy-do' thum Now to Then!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The deadnin' and the thicket's jes' a bilin' full of June,<br>Thum the rattle o' the cricket, to the yallar-hammer's tune;<br>And the catbird in the bottom, and the sap-suck on the snag,<br>Seems ef they cain't--od-rot'em!--jes' do nothin' else but brag!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They's music in the twitter of the bluebird and the jay,<br>And that sassy little critter jes' a-peckin' all the day;<br>They's music in the 'flicker,' and they's music in the thrush,<br>And they's music in the snicker o' the chipmunk in the brush!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They's music _all around_ me!--And I go back, in a dream--<br>Sweeter yit than ever found me fast asleep--and in the stream<br>That used to split the medder whur the dandylions growed,<br>I stand knee-deep, and redder than the sunset down the road.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then's when I' b'en a-fishin'!--and they's other fellers, too,<br>With their hickry poles a-swishin' out behind 'em; and a few<br>Little 'shiners' on our stringers, with their tails tiptoein' bloom,<br>As we dance 'em in our fingers all the happy journey home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I kin see us, true to Natur', thum the time we started out<br>With a biscuit and a 'tater in our little 'roundabout!'<br>I kin see our lines a-tanglin', and our elbows in a jam,<br>And our naked legs a-danglin' thum the apern of the dam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I kin see the honeysuckle climbin' up around the mill;<br>And kin hear the worter chuckle, and the wheel a-growlin' still;<br>And thum the bank below it I kin steal the old canoe,<br>And jes' git in and row it like the miller used to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">W'y, I git my fancy focussed on the past so mortal plain<br>I kin even smell the locus'-blossoms bloomin' in the lane;<br>And I hear the cow-bells clinkin' sweeter tunes 'n 'money musk'<br>Far the lightnin'-bugs a-blinkin'and a-dancin'in the dusk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so I keep on musin', as the feller says, till I'm<br>Firm-fixed in the conclusion that they hain't no better time,<br>When you come to cipher on it, than the _old_ times,--and, I swear,<br>I kin wake and say 'dog-gone-it!' jes' as soft as any prayer!</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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About o' the conclusion that they ain't no better time,
When you come to cipher on it, than the times we used to know
When we swore our first 'dog-gone-it' sorto solem'-like and low!

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