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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pigeons Of St. Marks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something's wrong in Pigeon-land;<br>'Tisn't as it used to be,<br>When the pilgrim, corn in hand,<br>Courted us with laughing glee;<br>When we crooned with pinions furled,<br>Tamest pigeons in the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we packed each arm and shoulder,<br>Never deeming man a menace;<br>Surly birds were never bolder<br>Than our dainty doves of Venice:<br>Who would have believed a pigeon<br>Could become wild as a widgeon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, juts blame it on the War,<br>When Venetians grew thinner,<br>And gaunt hands would grab us for<br>Succulence to serve a dinner . . .<br>How our numbers fast grew fewer,<br>As we perished on a skewer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pa and Mummie went like that,<br>So when tourist takes his stand,<br>On his Borsolino hat<br>Soft as whispered love I land;<br>Then with cooing liquid vowels<br>I . . . evacuate my bowls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something's wrong in Pigeon-land;<br>Mankind we no longer trust;<br>Shrinking from the tendered hand,<br>pick we corn from out the dust;<br>While on guileless pilgrim pate,<br>Thinking that revenge is sweet,<br>Soft I croon my hymn of hate,<br>Drop my tribute and retreat.</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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'Tisn't as it used to be,
When the pilgrim, corn in hand,
Courted us with laughing glee;
When we crooned with pinions furled,
Tamest pigeons in the world.

When we packed each arm and shoulder,
Never deeming man a..."></div>
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