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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472551" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dorchester Giant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE was a giant in time of old,<br> A mighty one was he; <br> He had a wife, but she was a scold, <br> So he kept her shut in his mammoth fold;<br> And he had children three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It happened to be an election day,<br> And the giants were choosing a king; <br> The people were not democrats then, <br> They did not talk of the rights of men, <br> And all that sort of thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then the giant took his children three,<br> And fastened them in the pen;<br> The children roared; quoth the giant, &quot;Be still!&quot;<br> And Dorchester Heights and Milton Hill <br> Rolled back the sound again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then he brought them a pudding stuffed with plums,<br> As big as the State-House dome;<br> Quoth he, &quot;There's something for you to eat; <br> So stop your mouths with your 'lection treat,<br> And wait till your dad comes home.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So the giant pulled him a chestnut stout, <br> And whittled the boughs away; <br> The boys and their mother set up a shout. <br> Said he, &quot;You're in, and you can't get out, <br> Bellow as loud as you may.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Off he went, and he growled a tune <br> As he strode the fields along <br> 'Tis said a buffalo fainted away, <br> And fell as cold as a lump of clay, <br> When he heard the giant's song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But whether the story's true or not, <br> It isn't for me to show;<br> There's many a thing that's twice as queer <br> In somebody's lectures that we hear, <br> And those are true, you know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> . . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What are those lone ones doing now, <br> The wife and the children sad? <br> Oh, they are in a terrible rout, <br> Screaming, and throwing their pudding about,<br> Acting as they were mad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They flung it over to Roxbury hills, <br> They flung it over the plain, <br> And all over Milton and Dorchester too <br> Great lumps of pudding the giants threw; <br> They tumbled as thick as rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Giant and mammoth have passed away, <br> For ages have floated by; <br> The suet is hard as a marrow-bone, <br> And every plum is turned to a stone, <br> But there the puddings lie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And if, some pleasant afternoon, <br> You'll ask me out to ride, <br> The whole of the story I will tell,<br> And you shall see where the puddings fell, <br> And pay for the punch beside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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 A mighty one was he; 
 He had a wife, but she was a scold, 
 So he kept her shut in his mammoth fold;
 And he had children three.

 It happened to be an election day,
 And the giants were choosing a king; 
 The p..."></div>
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