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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Little Old Log Cabin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When a man gits on his uppers in a hard-pan sort of town,<br> An' he ain't got nothin' comin' an' he can't afford ter eat,<br>An' he's in a fix for lodgin' an' he wanders up an' down,<br> An' you'd fancy he'd been boozin', he's so locoed 'bout the feet;<br>When he's feelin' sneakin' sorry an' his belt is hangin' slack,<br> An' his face is peaked an' gray-like an' his heart gits down an' whines,<br>Then he's apt ter git a-thinkin' an' a-wishin' he was back<br> In the little ol' log cabin in the shadder of the pines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he's on the blazin' desert an' his canteen's sprung a leak,<br> An' he's all alone an' crazy an' he's crawlin' like a snail,<br>An' his tongue's so black an' swollen that it hurts him fer to speak,<br> An' he gouges down fer water an' the raven's on his trail;<br>When he's done with care and cursin' an' he feels more like to cry,<br> An' he sees ol' Death a-grinnin' an' he thinks upon his crimes,<br>Then he's like ter hev' a vision, as he settles down ter die,<br> Of the little ol' log cabin an' the roses an' the vines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the little ol' log cabin, it's a solemn shinin' mark,<br> When a feller gits ter sinnin' an' a-goin' ter the wall,<br>An' folks don't understand him an' he's gropin' in the dark,<br> An' he's sick of bein' cursed at an' he's longin' fer his call!<br>When the sun of life's a-sinkin' you can see it 'way above,<br> On the hill from out the shadder in a glory 'gin the sky,<br>An' your mother's voice is callin', an' her arms are stretched in love,<br> An' somehow you're glad you're goin', an' you ain't a-scared to die;<br>When you'll be like a kid again an' nestle to her breast,<br> An' never leave its shelter, an' forget, an' love, an' rest.</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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