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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To C.C.C.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh for the nights when we used to sit<br>In the firelight's glow or flicker,<br>With the gas turned low and our pipes all lit,<br>And the air fast growing thicker;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you, enthroned in the big arm-chair,<br>Would spin for us yarns unending,<br>Your voice and accent and pensive air<br>With the narrative subtly blending!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh for the bleak and wintry days<br>When we set our blood in motion,<br>Leaping the rocks below the braes<br>And wetting our feet in the ocean,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or shying at marks for moderate sums<br>(A penny a hit, you remember),<br>With aching fingers and purple thumbs,<br>In the merry month of December!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is little doubt we were very daft,<br>And our sports, like the stakes, were trifling;<br>While the air of the room where we talked and laughed<br>Was often unpleasantly stifling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now we are grave and sensible men,<br>And wrinkles our brows embellish,<br>And I fear we shall never relish again<br>The pleasures we used to relish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I fear we never again shall go,<br>The cold and weariness scorning,<br>For a ten mile walk through the frozen snow<br>At one o'clock in the morning:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out by Cameron, in by the Grange,<br>And to bed as the moon descended . . .<br>To you and to me there has come a change,<br>And the days of our youth are ended.</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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