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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508565" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pedlar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pedlar's coming down the street,<br>Housewives beat a swift retreat.<br>Don't you answer to the bell;<br>Heedless what she has to sell.<br>Just discreetly go inside.<br>We must hang a board, I fear:<br>PEDLARS NOT PERMITTED HERE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm trying to sell what nobody wants to buy;<br>They turn me away, but still I try and try.<br>My arms are aching and my feet are sore;<br>Heartsick and worn I drag from door to door.<br>I ring bells, meekly knock, hold out my tray,<br>But no one answers, so I go away.<br>I am so weary; oh, I want to cry,<br>Trying to sell what no one wants to buy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not blame them. Maybe in their place<br>I'd slam the door shut in a pedlar's face.<br>I don not know; perhaps I'd raise their hopes<br>By looking at their pens and envelopes,<br>Their pins and needles, pencils, spools of thread,<br>Cheap tawdry stuff, before I shake my head<br>And go back to my cosy kitchen nook<br>Without another thought or backward look.<br>I would not see their pain nor hear their sigh,<br>Trying to sell what no one wants to buy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know I am a nuisance. I can see<br>They only buy because they pity me.<br>They may . . . I've had a cottage of my own,<br>A husband, children - now I am alone,<br>Friendless in all the world. The bitter years<br>Have crushed me, robbed me of my dears.<br>All, all I've lost, my only wish to die,<br>Selling my trash that no one wants to buy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pedlar's beating a retreat -<br>Poor old thing, her face is sweet,<br>her figure frail, her hair snow-white;<br>Dogone it! Every door's shut tight. . . .<br>&quot;Say, Ma, how much for all you've got?<br>Hell, here's ten bucks . . . I'll take the lot.<br>Go, get yourself a proper feed,<br>A little of the rest you need.<br>I've got a mother looks like you -<br>I'd hate her doing what you do. . . .<br>No, don't get sloppy, can the mush,<br>Praying for me - all that slush;<br>But please don't come again this way,<br>Ten bucks is all I draw a day.&quot;</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>
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Housewives beat a swift retreat.
Don't you answer to the bell;
Heedless what she has to sell.
Just discreetly go inside.
We must hang a board, I fear:
PEDLARS NOT PERMITTED HERE.

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