<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=474060" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lost President</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lost President </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor George, the president, deserted by foe and <br>friends, roaming the corridor of his big white<br>house like a ghost of yesterday. Cry he does and<br>says to his wife: Why, have they forsaken me? <br>she cradles him in her arms and says: “there, there<br>George don’t mind them, you kept the braying <br>enemy away for eight years, and in time a street<br>will bear your name, you can be sure of that” <br>Reassured George get on his bike and cycles from <br>eight to nine, but since the morning news doesn’t<br>mention his name and there is talk of a Moslem <br>called Obama he frets again, till a flunky tells him<br>he is still the president.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=474060" data-title="The Lost President de Oskar Hansen" data-description="The Lost President Poor George, the president, deserted by foe and friends, roaming the corridor of his big white house like a ghost of yesterday. Cry he does and says to his wife: Why, have they forsaken me? she cradles him in her arms and sa..."></div> </div> </div>

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