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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Swimmin' Hole</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep <br>2 Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, <br>3 And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below <br>4 Sounded like the laugh of something we onc't ust to know <br>5 Before we could remember anything but the eyes <br>6 Of the angels lookin' out as we left Paradise; <br>7 But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle, <br>8 And it's hard to part ferever with the old swimmin'-hole. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! In the happy days of yore, <br>10 When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore, <br>11 Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tide <br>12 That gazed back at me so gay and glorified, <br>13 It made me love myself, as I leaped to caress <br>14 My shadder smilin' up at me with sich tenderness. <br>15 But them days is past and gone, and old Time's tuck his toll <br>16 From the old man come back to the old swimmin'-hole. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">17 Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! In the long, lazy days <br>18 When the humdrum of school made so many run-a-ways, <br>19 How plesant was the jurney down the old dusty lane, <br>20 Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so plane <br>21 You could tell by the dent of the heel and the sole <br>22 They was lots o' fun on hands at the old swimmin'-hole. <br>23 But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow roll <br>24 Like the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin'-hole. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 Thare the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall, <br>26 And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all; <br>27 And it mottled the worter with amber and gold <br>28 Tel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled; <br>29 And the snake-feeder's four gauzy wings fluttered by <br>30 Like the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky, <br>31 Or a wownded apple-blossom in the breeze's controle <br>32 As it cut acrost some orchard to'rds the old swimmin'-hole. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">33 Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! When I last saw the place, <br>34 The scenes was all changed, like the change in my face; <br>35 The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spot <br>36 Whare the old divin'-log lays sunk and fergot. <br>37 And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be -- <br>38 But never again will theyr shade shelter me! <br>39 And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul, <br>40 And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin'-hole.</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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2 Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, 
3 And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below 
4 Sounded like the laugh of something we onc't ust to know 
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