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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Main Street</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(For S.M.L.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea,<br>But it isn't half so fine a sight as Main Street used to be<br>When it all was covered over with a couple of feet of snow,<br>And over the crisp and radiant road the ringing sleighs would go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, Main Street bordered with autumn leaves, it was a pleasant thing,<br>And its gutters were gay with dandelions early in the Spring;<br>I like to think of it white with frost or dusty in the heat,<br>Because I think it is humaner than any other street. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A city street that is busy and wide is ground by a thousand wheels,<br>And a burden of traffic on its breast is all it ever feels:<br>It is dully conscious of weight and speed and of work that never ends,<br>But it cannot be human like Main Street, and recognise its friends. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were only about a hundred teams on Main Street in a day,<br>And twenty or thirty people, I guess, and some children out to play.<br>And there wasn't a wagon or buggy, or a man or a girl or a boy<br>That Main Street didn't remember, and somehow seem to enjoy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The truck and the motor and trolley car and the elevated train<br>They make the weary city street reverberate with pain:<br>But there is yet an echo left deep down within my heart<br>Of the music the Main Street cobblestones made beneath a butcher's cart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">God be thanked for the Milky Way that runs across the sky,<br>That's the path that my feet would tread whenever I have to die.<br>Some folks call it a Silver Sword, and some a Pearly Crown,<br>But the only thing I think it is, is Main Street, Heaventown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joyce+Kilmer">Joyce Kilmer</a><div class=q>
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I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea,
But it isn't half so fine a sight as Main Street used to be
When it all was covered over with a couple of feet of snow,
And over the crisp and radiant road the ringing s..."></div>
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