<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425445" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Interpretations</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">INTERPRETATIONS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Fat fortune's made, flat wife Dow fed <br>rat’s force runes laid, bat - strife - ciao - bed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Version I Final Hour<br> Undefeated, all round oppressed, <br> pun deleted, fall sound suppressed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Version II Foresight<br> Insightful plans in stealth prepared <br> sin, night, culls man, win’s wealth despaired.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Version III Adultery<br>Distresses through, fears one must stifle, <br> mistresses two, years won, lust, trifle.<br> <br>Version IV Dixit Spouse<br> He’d rule, make hay, term ends today, <br> heed fool, fake bay, worm wends to play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Version V Dixit Daughter<br> Who hid himself behind his wealth<br> in failing health must part from pelf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Version VI Dixit Son<br> Abusing all, refusing fall, <br> lewd now must stall, cued to Death’s call </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Version VII Dixit Bureaucrat<br> Who played sly hand, f[l]ame fanned, cold dust, <br> grew, greyed, sigh banned, aim sand, old, bust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Version VIII Conclusion<br> Statistics show life’s little glow<br> soon ebbs, tide’s flow goes where none know.<br> Bonanza dreams, boon nailed, no shows, <br> so stanza schemes soon fail, flow slows. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>23 March 1975 revised 4 February 2009 <br>robi03_1464_robi03_0000 HXX_MXX<br>For previous version entitled The Art of Interpretation see below<br>f[l]ame: aim’s fame flame lame</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Art of Interpretation</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My fortune’s made, <br> my wife is fed; <br> my future’s laid, <br> and so to bed! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Version I: The Final Hour</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In life I came off best, <br> my fam’ly’s fed and dressed, <br> now comes the final test, -<br> I go at Thy behest! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Version II: Foresight</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My plans are laid deep, <br> my wife counts her sheep, <br> the profits I’ll reap! <br> I’m falling asleep...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Version III Adultery<br> <br>My wealth I won at poker, <br> my wife is with her mother, <br> in the arms of another, <br> my mistress, fears I’ll smother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">23 March 1975</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</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=425445" data-title="Interpretations de Jonathan Robin" data-description="INTERPRETATIONS Fat fortune's made, flat wife Dow fed rat’s force runes laid, bat - strife - ciao - bed. Version I Final Hour Undefeated, all round oppressed, pun deleted, fall sound suppressed. Version II Foresight Insightful plans..."></div> </div> </div>

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