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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527712" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Can Can Dancer Gran.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I used to be a dancer <br>during World War 1 <br>your paternal grandmother said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as she sat next to you <br>on the seat in her <br>back garden in London </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and your grandfather <br>would come and watch <br>with his army friends </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and afterwards <br>he'd come <br>to the stage door </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with flowers or chocolates <br>or just stand there <br>with that awestruck look </div><div style="margin:10px 0">on his face <br>and she looked <br>at the flowers </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that your grandfather grew <br>along both sides <br>of the garden </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she smiled and said <br>Look at him now <br>sits in the same room </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and says nothing <br>or moans about the bills <br>or how the country is run </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or the noise of the traffic <br>by the front gate <br>and you sat there </div><div style="margin:10px 0">on the seat <br>in the back garden <br>in your new suit </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and with your hair <br>cropped short <br>and that fifteen year old </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm bored as hell look <br>on your face and you said <br>Why did you give up dancing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you must have been good at it? <br>and as you looked <br>at your grandmother </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with her white frizzy hair <br>and stocky build <br>you couldn't imagine her </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as a dancer on a stage <br>with men gawping at her <br>especially not your soft spoken </div><div style="margin:10px 0">quiet grandfather <br>who sat in his armchair <br>by the fireside </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in a silent mood <br>occasionally reading a book <br>or giving that </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've seen too much <br>of mankind's foolery <br>kind of look </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and your grandmother said <br>Well after we got married <br>I fell for your uncle Fred </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and beside I wasn't that good <br>a dancer and your <br>grandfather didn't want </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a wife of his <br>to be peered at <br>or have her legs </div><div style="margin:10px 0">gawked at <br>by other men <br>and then she was silent </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and watched <br>a white butterfly <br>go by </div><div style="margin:10px 0">fluttering its wings <br>but <br>she said softly </div><div style="margin:10px 0">getting up <br>from the seat <br>and doing a small </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can Can dance <br>the shows not over <br>until the fat lady sings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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during World War 1 
your paternal grandmother said 

as she sat next to you 
on the seat in her 
back garden in London 

and your grandfather 
would come and watch 
with his army friends 

and afterwards 
he'd come 
to the s..."></div>
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