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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508579" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poor Peter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blind Peter Piper used to play<br>All up and down the city;<br>I'd often meet him on my way,<br>And throw a coin for pity.<br>But all amid his sparkling tones<br>His ear was quick as any<br>To catch upon the cobble-stones<br>The jingle of my penny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as upon a day that shone<br>He piped a merry measure:<br>&quot;How well you play!&quot; I chanced to say;<br>Poor Peter glowed with pleasure.<br>You'd think the words of praise I spoke<br>Were all the pay he needed;<br>The artist in the player woke,<br>The penny lay unheeded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Winter's here; the wind is shrill,<br>His coat is thin and tattered;<br>Yet hark! he's playing trill on trill<br>As if his music mattered.<br>And somehow though the city looks<br>Soaked through and through with shadows,<br>He makes you think of singing brooks<br>And larks and sunny meadows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor chap! he often starves, they say;<br>Well, well, I can believe it;<br>For when you chuck a coin his way<br>He'll let some street-boy thieve it.<br>I fear he freezes in the night;<br>My praise I've long repented,<br>Yet look! his face is all alight . . .<br>Blind Peter seems contented.</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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All up and down the city;
I'd often meet him on my way,
And throw a coin for pity.
But all amid his sparkling tones
His ear was quick as any
To catch upon the cobble-stones
The jingle of my penny.

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