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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416898" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wash Lowry's Reminiscence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you're the poet of this concern?<br>I've seed your name in print<br>A dozen times, but I'll be dern<br>I'd 'a' never 'a' took the hint<br>O' the size you are--fer I'd pictured you<br>A kind of a tallish man--<br>Dark-complected and sallor too,<br>And on the consumpted plan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Stid o' that you're little and small,<br>With a milk-and-water face--<br>'Thout no snap in your eyes at all,<br>Er nothin' to suit the case!<br>Kind o'look like a--I don't know--<br>One o' these fair-ground chaps<br>That runs a thingamajig to blow,<br>Er a candy-stand perhaps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ll I've allus thought that poetry<br>Was a sort of a--some disease--<br>Fer I knowed a poet once, and he<br>Was techy and hard to please,<br>And moody-like, and kindo' sad<br>And didn't seem to mix<br>With other folks--like his health was bad,<br>Er his liver out o' fix.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Used to teach fer a livelihood--<br>There's folks in Pipe Crick yit<br>Remembers him--and he was good<br>At cipherin' I'll admit--<br>And posted up in G'ography<br>But when it comes to tact,<br>And gittin' along with the school, you see,<br>He fizzled, and that's a fact!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Boarded with us fer fourteen months<br>And in all that time I'll say<br>We never catched him a-sleepin' once<br>Er idle a single day.<br>But shucks! It made him worse and worse<br>A-writin' rhymes and stuff,<br>And the school committee used to furse<br>'At the school warn't good enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He warn't as strict as he ought to been,<br>And never was known to whip,<br>Or even to keep a scholard in<br>At work at his penmanship;<br>'Stid o' that he'd learn 'em notes,<br>And have 'em every day,<br>Spilin' hymns and a-splittin' th'oats<br>With his 'Do-sol-fa-me-ra!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tel finally it was jest agreed<br>We'd have to let him go,<br>And we all felt bad--we did indeed,<br>When we come to tell him so;<br>Fer I remember, he turned so white,<br>And smiled so sad, somehow,<br>I someway felt it wasn't right,<br>And I'm shore it wasn't now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He hadn't no complaints at all--<br>He bid the school adieu,<br>And all o' the scholards great and small<br>Was mighty sorry too!<br>And when he closed that afternoon<br>They sung some lines that he<br>Had writ a purpose, to some old tune<br>That suited the case, you see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then he lingered and delayed<br>And wouldn't go away--<br>And shet himself in his room and stayed<br>A-writin' from day to day;<br>And kep' a-gittin' stranger still,<br>And thinner all the time,<br>You know, as any feller will<br>On nothin' else but rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He didn't seem adzactly right,<br>Er like he was crossed in love,<br>He'd work away night after night,<br>And walk the floor above;<br>We'd hear him read and talk, and sing<br>So lonesome-like and low,<br>My woman's cried like ever'thing--<br>'Way in the night, you know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when at last he tuck to bed<br>He'd have his ink and pen;<br>'So's he could coat the muse' he said,<br>'He'd die contented then';<br>And jest before he past away<br>He read with dyin' gaze<br>The epitaph that stands to-day<br>To show you where he lays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever sence then I've allus thought<br>That poetry's some disease,<br>And them like you that's got it ought<br>To watch their q's and p's ;<br>And leave the sweets of rhyme, to sup<br>On the wholesome draughts of toil,<br>And git your health recruited up<br>By plowin' in rougher soil.</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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I've seed your name in print
A dozen times, but I'll be dern
I'd 'a' never 'a' took the hint
O' the size you are--fer I'd pictured you
A kind of a tallish man--
Dark-complected and sallor too,
And on the consum..."></div>
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