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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508616" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Romance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Paris on a morn of May<br>I sent a radio transalantic<br>To catch a steamer on the way,<br>But oh the postal fuss was frantic;<br>They sent me here, they sent me there,<br>They were so courteous yet so canny;<br>Then as I wilted in despair<br>A Frenchman flipped me on the fanny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas only juts a gentle pat,<br>Yet oh what sympathy behind it!<br>I don't let anyone do that,<br>But somehow then I didn't mind it.<br>He seemed my worry to divine,<br>With kindly smile, that foreign mannie,<br>And as we stood in waiting line<br>With tender touch he tapped my fanny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It brought a ripple of romance<br>Into that postal bureau dreary;<br>He gave me such a smiling glance<br>That somehow I felt gay and cheery.<br>For information on my case<br>The postal folk searched nook and cranny;<br>He gently tapped, with smiling face,<br>His reassurance on my fanny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I'll go back to Tennessee,<br>And they will ask: &quot;How have you spent your<br>Brief holiday in gay Paree?&quot;<br>But I'll not speak of my adventure.<br>Oh say I'm spectacled and grey,<br>Oh say I'm sixty and a grannie -<br>But say that morn of May<br>A Frenchman flipped me on the fanny!</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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I sent a radio transalantic
To catch a steamer on the way,
But oh the postal fuss was frantic;
They sent me here, they sent me there,
They were so courteous yet so canny;
Then as I wilted in despair
A Frenchman flipped me..."></div>
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