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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510672" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Pict Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rome never looks where she treads.<br>Always her heavy hooves fall<br>On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;<br>And Rome never heeds when we bawl.<br>Her sentries pass on--that is all,<br>And we gather behind them in hordes,<br>And plot to reconquer the Wall,<br>With only our tongues for our swords.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are the Little Folk--we!<br>Too little to love or to hate.<br>Leave us alone and you'll see<br>How we can drag down the State!<br>We are the worm in the wood!<br>We are the rot at the root!<br>We are the taint in the blood!<br>We are the thorn in the foot!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mistletoe killing an oak--<br>Rats gnawing cables in two--<br>Moths making holes in a cloak--<br>How they must love what they do!<br>Yes--and we Little Folk too,<br>We are busy as they--<br>Working our works out of view--<br>Watch, and you'll see it some day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No indeed! We are not strong,<br>But we know Peoples that are.<br>Yes, and we'll guide them along<br>To smash and destroy you in War!<br>We shall be slaves just the same?<br>Yes, we have always been slaves,<br>But you--you will die of the shame,<br>And then we shall dance on your graves!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are the Little Folk, we, etc.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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Always her heavy hooves fall
On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;
And Rome never heeds when we bawl.
Her sentries pass on--that is all,
And we gather behind them in hordes,
And plot to reconquer the Wall,
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