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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Homicide</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They say she speeded wanton wild<br> When she was warm with wine;<br>And so she killed a little child,<br> (Could have been yours or mine).<br>The Judge's verdict was not mild,<br> And heavy was the fine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet I see her driving still,<br> But maybe with more care . . .<br>Oh I should hate a child to kill<br> With vine leaves in my hair;<br>I think that I should grieve until<br> Life was too bleak to bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think that I would see each day<br> That child in beauty grow.<br>How she would haunt me in her play.<br> And I would watch her go<br>To School a-dancing on her way,<br> With gladness all aglow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then one day I might believe,<br> With angel eyes ashine,<br>She'd say to me: 'Please do not grieve,<br> Maybe the fault was mine.<br>Take heart,--to Heaven's comfort cleave,<br> For am I not divine!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think I know how I would feel<br> If I a child should slay;<br>The rest of living I would kneel<br> And for God's pity pray . . .<br>Madam, I saw you at the wheel<br> Of your new car today.</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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 When she was warm with wine;
And so she killed a little child,
 (Could have been yours or mine).
The Judge's verdict was not mild,
 And heavy was the fine.

And yet I see her driving still,
 But maybe with more ca..."></div>
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