<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nocturne (In Times Gone By)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Outside, the night sucks street lamps like orange lozenges<br>And the moon creeps slowly over rooftops.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Magic permeates the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was there ever a time<br>When iron frogs were worth a King's ransom<br>And little elves wept by the desolate bus-stops? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lonely policeman cycles away<br>And grieves for the passing of childhood, <br>While a poet loiters in the churchyard, drinking a can of beer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Thorkild+Ellison">John Thorkild Ellison</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422252" data-title="Nocturne (In Times Gone By) de John Thorkild Ellison" data-description="Outside, the night sucks street lamps like orange lozenges And the moon creeps slowly over rooftops. Magic permeates the air. Was there ever a time When iron frogs were worth a King's ransom And little elves wept by the desolate bus-stops? A l..."></div> </div> </div>

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