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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472601" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The September Gale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'M not a chicken; I have seen <br> Full many a chill September, <br> And though I was a youngster then, <br> That gale I well remember; <br> The day before, my kite-string snapped, <br> And I, my kite pursuing, <br> The wind whisked off my palm-leaf hat; <br> For me two storms were brewing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It came as quarrels sometimes do, <br> When married folks get clashing;<br> There was a heavy sigh or two, <br> Before the fire was flashing, <br> A little stir among the clouds,<br> Before they rent asunder,--<br> A little rocking of the trees, <br> And then came on the thunder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Lord! how the ponds and rivers boiled! <br> They seemed like bursting craters! <br> And oaks lay scattered on the ground <br> As if they were p'taters <br> And all above was in a howl, <br> And all below a clatter, <br> The earth was like a frying-pan, <br> Or some such hissing matter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It chanced to be our washing-day, <br> And all our things were drying; <br> The storm came roaring through the lines,<br> And set them all a flying; <br> I saw the shirts and petticoats <br> Go riding off like witches;<br> I lost, ah! bitterly I wept,--<br> I lost my Sunday breeches!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I saw them straddling through the air, <br> Alas! too late to win them; <br> I saw them chase the clouds, as if <br> The devil had been in them; <br> They were my darlings and my pride, <br> My boyhood's only riches,--<br> &quot;Farewell, farewell,&quot; I faintly cried,--<br> &quot;My breeches! O my breeches!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That night I saw them in my dreams, <br> How changed from what I knew them! <br> The dews had steeped their faded threads, <br> The winds had whistled through them! <br> I saw the wide and ghastly rents<br> Where demon claws had torn them; <br> A hole was in their amplest part, <br> As if an imp had worn them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I have had many happy years, <br> And tailors kind and clever, <br> But those young pantaloons have gone<br> Forever and forever! <br> And not till fate has cut the last <br> Of all my earthly stitches, <br> This aching heart shall cease to mourn <br> My loved, my long-lost breeches!</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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 Full many a chill September, 
 And though I was a youngster then, 
 That gale I well remember; 
 The day before, my kite-string snapped, 
 And I, my kite pursuing, 
 The wind whisked off my palm-leaf hat; 
 For me ..."></div>
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