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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508889" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Walkers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(He speaks.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walking, walking, oh, the joy of walking!<br>Swinging down the tawny lanes with head held high;<br>Striding up the green hills, through the heather stalking,<br>Swishing through the woodlands where the brown leaves lie;<br>Marveling at all things -- windmills gaily turning,<br>Apples for the cider-press, ruby-hued and gold;<br>Tails of rabbits twinkling, scarlet berries burning,<br>Wedge of geese high-flying in the sky's clear cold,<br>Light in little windows, field and furrow darkling;<br>Home again returning, hungry as a hawk;<br>Whistling up the garden, ruddy-cheeked and sparkling,<br>Oh, but I am happy as I walk, walk, walk!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (She speaks.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walking, walking, oh, the curse of walking!<br>Slouching round the grim square, shuffling up the street,<br>Slinking down the by-way, all my graces hawking,<br>Offering my body to each man I meet.<br>Peering in the gin-shop where the lads are drinking,<br>Trying to look gay-like, crazy with the blues;<br>Halting in a doorway, shuddering and shrinking<br>(Oh, my draggled feather and my thin, wet shoes).<br>Here's a drunken drover: &quot;Hullo, there, old dearie!&quot;<br>No, he only curses, can't be got to talk. . . .<br>On and on till daylight, famished, wet and weary,<br>God in Heaven help me as I walk, walk, walk!</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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Walking, walking, oh, the joy of walking!
Swinging down the tawny lanes with head held high;
Striding up the green hills, through the heather stalking,
Swishing through the woodlands where the brown leaves lie;
Marveling at all thing..."></div>
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