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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477750" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Corn-Cob Pipe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men may sing of their Havanas, elevating to the stars<br>The real or fancied virtues of their foreign-made cigars;<br>But I worship Nicotina at a different sort of shrine,<br>And she sits enthroned in glory in this corn-cob pipe of mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It 's as fragrant as the meadows when the clover is in bloom;<br>It 's as dainty as the essence of the daintiest perfume;<br>It 's as sweet as are the orchards when the fruit is hanging ripe,<br>With the sun's warm kiss upon them--is this corn-cob pipe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thro' the smoke about it clinging, I delight its form to trace,<br>Like an oriental beauty with a veil upon her face;<br>And my room is dim with vapour as a church when censers sway,<br>As I clasp it to my bosom--in a figurative way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It consoles me in misfortune and it cheers me in distress,<br>And it proves a warm partaker of my pleasures in success;<br>So I hail it as a symbol, friendship's true and worthy type,<br>And I press my lips devoutly to my corn-cob pipe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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And she sits enthroned in glory in this corn-cob pipe of mine.

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