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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Them Flowers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take a feller 'at's sick and laid up on the shelf,<br>All shaky, and ga'nted, and pore--<br>Jes all so knocked out he can't handle hisself<br>With a stiff upper-lip any more;<br>Shet him up all alone in the gloom of a room<br>As dark as the tomb, and as grim,<br>And then take and send him some roses in bloom,<br>And you can have fun out o' him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've ketched him 'fore now--when his liver was sound<br>And his appetite notched like a saw--<br>A-mockin' you, mayby, fer romancin' round<br>With a big posy-bunch in yer paw;<br>But you ketch him, say, when his health is away,<br>And he's flat on his back in distress,<br>And _then_ you kin trot out yer little bokay<br>And not be insulted, I guess!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You see, it's like this, what his weaknesses is,--<br>Them flowers makes him think of the days<br>Of his innocent youth, and that mother o' his,<br>And the roses that _she_ us't to raise:--<br>So here, all alone with the roses you send--<br>Bein' sick and all trimbly and faint,--<br>My eyes is--my eyes is--my eyes is--old friend--<br>Is a-leakin'--I'm blamed ef they ain't!</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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All shaky, and ga'nted, and pore--
Jes all so knocked out he can't handle hisself
With a stiff upper-lip any more;
Shet him up all alone in the gloom of a room
As dark as the tomb, and as grim,
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