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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sunset Years of Samuel Shy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Master I may be,<br>But not of my fate.<br>Now come the kisses, too many too late.<br>Tell me, O Parcae,<br>For fain would I know,<br>Where were these kisses three decades ago?<br>Girls there were plenty,<br>Mint julep girls, beer girls,<br>Gay younger married and headstrong career girls,<br>The girls of my friends<br>And the wives of my friends,<br>Some smugly settled and some at loose ends,<br>Sad girls, serene girls,<br>Girls breathless and turbulent,<br>Debs cosmopolitan, matrons suburbulent,<br>All of them amiable,<br>All of them cordial,<br>Innocent rousers of instincts primordial,<br>But even though health and wealth<br>Hadn't yet missed me,<br>None of them,<br>Not even Jenny,<br>Once kissed me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These very same girls<br>Who with me have grown older<br>Now freely relax with a head on my shoulder,<br>And now come the kisses,<br>A flood in full spate,<br>The meaningless kisses, too many too late.<br>They kiss me hello,<br>They kiss me goodbye,<br>Should I offer a light, there's a kiss for reply.<br>They kiss me at weddings,<br>They kiss me at wakes,<br>The drop of a hat is less than it takes.<br>They kiss me at cocktails,<br>They kiss me at bridge,<br>It's all automatic, like slapping a midge.<br>The sound of their kisses<br>Is loud in my ears<br>Like the locusts that swarm every seventeen years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm arthritic, dyspeptic,<br>Potentially ulcery,<br>And weary of kisses by custom compulsory.<br>Should my dear ones commit me<br>As senile demential,<br>It's from kisses perfunctory, inconsequential.<br>Answer, O Parcae,<br>For fain would I know,<br>Where were these kisses three decades ago?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ogden+Nash">Ogden Nash</a><div class=q>
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But not of my fate.
Now come the kisses, too many too late.
Tell me, O Parcae,
For fain would I know,
Where were these kisses three decades ago?
Girls there were plenty,
Mint julep girls, beer girls,
Gay younger married and headst..."></div>
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