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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Convicts Love Canaries</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dick's dead! It was the Polack guard<br>Put powdered glass into his cage<br>When I was tramping round the yard,--<br>I could have killed him in my rage.<br>I slugged him with that wrench I stole:<br>That's why I'm rotting in the Hole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dick's dead! Sure I wish I was too.<br>His honey breast, his lacy claws<br>I kissed and cried, for well I knew<br>They murdered him. I cursed because<br>He was my only chum on earth . . .<br>Oh how he cheered me with his mirth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dick's dead! I know he cared for me.<br>Being I'm Irish I love song,<br>And there was heaven in his glee;<br>I'd bless his heart the dour day long.<br>I'd let him flutter round the cell;<br>He'd light upon my hand . . . Oh hell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dick's dead! They've thrown me in the Hole.<br>To break our spirits how they try!<br>My bed a plank, blind as a mole,<br>Sure I'll be nuts before I die . . .<br>Here in the night, dark as the Pit<br>I'm seeing sunny wings aflit.<br>Here in the silence, hark his song!<br>--Poor Dick! Oh Christ, how long, how long!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</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=508268" data-title="Convicts Love Canaries de Robert William Service" data-description="Dick's dead! It was the Polack guard Put powdered glass into his cage When I was tramping round the yard,-- I could have killed him in my rage. I slugged him with that wrench I stole: That's why I'm rotting in the Hole. Dick's dead! Sure I wish I..."></div> </div> </div>
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