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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447657" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lays of Sorrow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day was wet, the rain fell souse<br>Like jars of strawberry jam, [1] a<br>sound was heard in the old henhouse,<br>A beating of a hammer. <br>Of stalwart form, and visage warm,<br>Two youths were seen within it,<br>Splitting up an old tree into perches for their poultry<br>At a hundred strokes [2] a minute. <br>The work is done, the hen has taken<br>Possession of her nest and eggs,<br>Without a thought of eggs and bacon, [3]<br>(Or I am very much mistaken happy)<br>She turns over each shell,<br>To be sure that all's well,<br>Looks into the straw<br>To see there's no flaw,<br>Goes once round the house, [4]<br>Half afraid of a mouse,<br>Then sinks calmly to rest<br>On the top of her nest,<br>First doubling up each of her legs. <br>Time rolled away, and so did every shell,<br>&quot;Small by degrees and beautifully less,&quot;<br>As the large mother with a powerful spell [5]<br>Forced each in turn its contents to express, [6]<br>But ah! &quot;imperfect is expression,&quot;<br>Some poet said, I don't care who,<br>If you want to know you must go elsewhere,<br>One fact I can tell, if you're willing to hear,<br>He never attended a Parliament Session,<br>For I'm certain that if he had ever been there,<br>Full quickly would he have changed his ideas,<br>With the hissings, the hootings, the groans and the cheers. <br>And as to his name it is pretty clear<br>That it wasn't me and it wasn't you! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so it fell upon a day,<br>(That is, it never rose again)<br>A chick was found upon the hay,<br>Its little life had ebbed away.<br>No longer frolicsome and gay,<br>No longer could it run or play.<br>&quot;And must we, chicken, must we part?&quot;<br>Its master [7] cried with bursting heart,<br>And voice of agony and pain. <br>So one, whose ticket's marked &quot;Return&quot;, [8]<br>When to the lonely roadside station<br>He flies in fear and perturbation,<br>Thinks of his home--the hissing urn--<br>Then runs with flying hat and hair,<br>And, entering, finds to his despair<br>He's missed the very last train. [9]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too long it were to tell of each conjecture<br>Of chicken suicide, and poultry victim,<br>The deadly frown, the stern and dreary lecture,<br>The timid guess, &quot;perhaps some needle pricked him!&quot;<br>The din of voice, the words both loud and many,<br>The sob, the tear, the sigh that none could smother,<br>Till all agreed &quot;a shilling to a penny<br>It killed itself, and we acquit the mother!&quot;<br>Scarce was the verdict spoken,<br>When that still calm was broken,<br>A childish form hath burst into the throng;<br>With tears and looks of sadness,<br>That bring no news of gladness,<br>But tell too surely something hath gone wrong!<br>&quot;The sight I have come upon<br>The stoutest heart [10] would sicken,<br>That nasty hen has been and gone<br>And killed another chicken!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lewis+Carroll">Lewis Carroll</a><div class=q>
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Like jars of strawberry jam, [1] a
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A beating of a hammer. 
Of stalwart form, and visage warm,
Two youths were seen within it,
Splitting up an old tree into perches for their..."></div>
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