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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Weary Waitress</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her smile ineffably is sweet,<br> Devinely she is slim;<br>Yet oh how weary are her feet,<br> How aches her every limb!<br>Thank God it's near to closing time,<br> --Merciful midnight chime.<br> <br>Then in her mackintosh she'll go<br> Up seven flights of stairs,<br>And on her bed her body throw,<br> Too tired to say her prayers;<br>Yet not too sleepy to forget<br> Her cheap alarm to set.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She dreams . . . That lonely bank-clerk boy<br> Who comes each day for tea,--<br>Oh how his eyes light up with joy<br> Her comeliness to see!<br>And yet he is too shy to speak,<br> Far less to touch her cheek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He dreams . . . If only I were King<br> I'd make of her my Queen.<br>If I were laureate I'd sing<br> Her loveliness serene.<br>--How wistfully romance can haunt<br> A city restaurant!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For as I watch that pensive pair<br> There stirs within my heart<br>From Arcady an April air<br> That shames the sordid mart:<br>A sense of Spring and singing rills,<br> --Love mid the daffodils.</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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 Devinely she is slim;
Yet oh how weary are her feet,
 How aches her every limb!
Thank God it's near to closing time,
 --Merciful midnight chime.
 
Then in her mackintosh she'll go
 Up seven flights of stairs,
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