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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Petit Vieux</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Sow your wild oats in your youth,&quot; so we're always told;<br>But I say with deeper sooth: &quot;Sow them when you're old.&quot;<br>I'll be wise till I'm about seventy or so:<br>Then, by Gad! I'll blossom out as an ancient beau.<br>I'll assume a dashing air, laugh with loud Ha! ha! . . .<br>How my grandchildren will stare at their grandpapa!<br>Their perfection aureoled I will scandalize:<br>Won't I be a hoary old sinner in their eyes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watch me, how I'll learn to chaff barmaids in a bar;<br>Scotches daily, gayly quaff, puff a fierce cigar.<br>I will haunt the Tango teas, at the stage-door stand;<br>Wait for Dolly Dimpleknees, bouquet in my hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then at seventy I'll take flutters at roulette;<br>While at eighty hope I'll make good at poker yet;<br>And in fashionable togs to the races go,<br>Gayest of the gay old dogs, ninety years or so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Sow your wild oats while you're young,&quot; that's what you are told;<br>Don't believe the foolish tongue -- sow 'em when you're old.<br>Till you're threescore years and ten, take my humble tip,<br>Sow your nice tame oats and then . . . Hi, boys! Let 'er rip.</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'll be wise till I'm about seventy or so:
Then, by Gad! I'll blossom out as an ancient beau.
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