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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511092" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The River's Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prehistoric</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew--<br>(Twenty bridges or twenty-two)--<br>Wanted to know what the River knew, <br>For they were young, and the Thames was old<br>And this is the tale that River told:--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I walk my beat before London Town,<br>Five hours up and seven down.<br>Up I go till I end my run<br>At Tide-end-town, which is Teddington.<br>Down I come with the mud in my hands<br>And plaster it over the Maplin Sands.<br>But I'd have you know that these waters of mine<br>Were once a branch of the River Rhine,<br>When hundreds of miles to the East I went<br>And England was joined to the Continent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I remember the bat-winged lizard-birds,<br>The Age of Ice and the mammoth herds,<br>And the giant tigers that stalked them down<br>Through Regent's Park into Camden Town.<br>And I remember like yesterday<br>The earliest Cockney who came my way,<br>When he pushed through the forest that lined the Strand,<br>With paint on his face and a club in his hand.<br>He was death to feather and fin and fur.<br>He trapped my beavers at Westminster.<br>He netted my salmon, he hunted my deer,<br>He killed my heron off Lambeth Pier.<br>He fought his neighbour with axes and swords,<br>Flint or bronze, at my upper fords,<br>While down at Greenwich, for slaves and tin,<br>The tall Phoenician ships stole in,<br>And North Sea war-boats, painted and gay,<br>Flashed like dragon-flies, Erith way;<br>And Norseman and Negro and Gaul and Greek<br>Drank with the Britons in Barking Creek,<br>And life was gay, and the world was new,<br>And I was a mile across at Kew!<br>But the Roman came with a heavy hand,<br>And bridged and roaded and ruled the land,<br>And the Roman left and the Danes blew in--<br>And that's where your history-books begin!&quot;</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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Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew--
(Twenty bridges or twenty-two)--
Wanted to know what the River knew, 
For they were young, and the Thames was old
And this is the tale that River told:--

&quot;I walk my beat before London Town,
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