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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416799" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Jolly Miller</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a Jolly Miller lived on the River Dee;<br>He looked upon his piller, and there he found a flea:<br>'O Mr. Flea! you have bit' me,<br>And you shall shorely die!'<br>So he scrunched his bones against the stones--<br>And there he let him lie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twas then the Jolly Miller he laughed and told his wife,<br>And _she_ laughed fit to kill her, and dropped her carvin'-knife!--<br>'O Mr. Flea!' 'Ho-ho!' 'Tee-hee!'<br>They _both_ laughed fit to kill,<br>Until the sound did almost drownd<br>The rumble of the mill!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_'Laugh on, my Jolly Miller! and Missus Miller, too!--<br>But there's a weeping-willer will soon wave over you!'_<br>The voice was all so awful small--<br>So very small and slim!--<br>He durst' infer that it was her,<br>Ner her infer 'twas him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night the Jolly Miller, says he, 'It's Wifey dear,<br>That cat o' yourn, I'd kill her!--her actions is so queer,--<br>She rubbin' 'ginst the grindstone-legs,<br>And yowlin' at the sky--<br>And I 'low the moon haint greener<br>Than the yaller of her eye!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as the Jolly Miller went chuckle-un to bed,<br>Was _Somepin_ jerked his piller from underneath his head!<br>'O Wife,' says he, on-easi-lee,<br>'Fetch here that lantern there!'<br>But _Somepin_ moans in thunder tones,<br>'_You tetch it ef you dare!_'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas then the Jolly Miller he trimbled and he quailed--<br>And his wife choked until her breath come back, 'n' she _wailed!_<br>And '_O!'_ cried she, 'it is _the Flea_,<br>All white and pale and wann--<br>He's got you in his clutches, and<br>_He's bigger than a man!_'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'_Ho! ho! my Jolly Miller,' (fer 'twas the Flea, fer shore!)<br>'I reckon you'll not rack my bones ner scrunch 'em any more!_'<br>And then _the Ghost_ he grabbed him clos't,<br>With many a ghastly smile,<br>And from the doorstep stooped and hopped<br>About four hundred mile!</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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He looked upon his piller, and there he found a flea:
'O Mr. Flea! you have bit' me,
And you shall shorely die!'
So he scrunched his bones against the stones--
And there he let him lie!

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