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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508615" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rivera Honeymoon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath the trees I lounged at ease<br>And watched them speed the pace;<br>They swerved and swung, they clutched and clung,<br>They leapt in roaring chase;<br>The crowd was thrilled, a chap was killed:<br>It was a splendid race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two men, they say, went West that day,<br>But I knew only one;<br>Geranium-red his blood was spread<br>And blazoned in the sun;<br>A lighting crash . . . Lo! in a flash<br>His racing days were done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did not see - such sights to me<br>Appallingly are grim;<br>But for a girl of sunny curl<br>I would not mention him,<br>That English lad with grin so glad,<br>And racing togs so trim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His motor bike was painted like<br>A postal box of ed.<br>'Twas gay to view . . . &quot;We bought it new,&quot;<br>A voice beside me said.<br>&quot;Our little bit we blew on it<br>The day that we were wed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;We took a chance: through sunny France<br>We flashed with flaunting power.<br>With happy smiles a hundred miles<br>Or more we made an hour.<br>Like flame we hurled into a world<br>A-foam with fruit and flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Our means were small; we risked them all<br>This famous race to win,<br>So we can take a shop and make<br>Our bread - one must begin.<br>We're not afraid; Jack has his trade:<br>He's bright as brassy pin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Hark! Here they come; uphill they hum;<br>My lad has second place;<br>They swing, they roar, they pass once more,<br>Now Jack sprints up the pace.<br>They're whizzing past . . . At last, at last<br>He leads - he'll win the race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another round . . . They leap, they bound,<br>But - where O where is he?&quot;<br>And then the girl with sunny curl<br>Turned chalk-faced unto me,<br>Within her eyes a wild surmise<br>It was not good to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They say like thunder-bold he crashed<br>Into a wall of stone;<br>To bloody muck his face was mashed,<br>He died without a moan;<br>In borrowed black the girl went back<br>To London Town alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath the trees I longed at ease<br>And saw them pep the pace;<br>They swerved and swung, they clutched and clung<br>And roaring was the chase:<br>Two men, they say, were croaked that day -<br>It was a glorious race.</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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And watched them speed the pace;
They swerved and swung, they clutched and clung,
They leapt in roaring chase;
The crowd was thrilled, a chap was killed:
It was a splendid race.

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