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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Best Pipe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain you fervently extol,<br>In vain you puff, your cutty clay.<br>A twelvemonth smoked and black as coal,<br>'Tis redolent of rank decay<br>And bones of monks long passed away—<br>A fragrance I do not admire;<br>And so I hold my nose and say,<br>Give me a finely seasoned briar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Macleod, whose judgment on the whole<br>Is faultless, has been led astray<br>To nurse a high-born meerschaum bowl,<br>For which he sweetly had to pay.<br>Ah, let him nurse it as he may,<br>Before the colour mounts much higher,<br>The grate shall be its fate one day.<br>Give me a finely seasoned briar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heathen Turk of Istamboul,<br>In oriental turban gay,<br>Delights his unbelieving soul<br>With hookahs, bubbling in a way<br>To fill a Christian with dismay<br>And wake the old Crusading fire.<br>May no such pipe be mine, I pray;<br>Give me a finely seasoned briar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clay, meerschaum, hookah, what are they<br>That I should view them with desire?<br>Both now, and when my hair is grey,<br>Give me a finely seasoned briar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Fuller+Murray">Robert Fuller Murray</a><div class=q>
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In vain you puff, your cutty clay.
A twelvemonth smoked and black as coal,
'Tis redolent of rank decay
And bones of monks long passed away—
A fragrance I do not admire;
And so I hold my nose and say,
Give me a finely..."></div>
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