<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529050" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pickle Belt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fruit rolled by all day.<br>They prayed the cogs would creep;<br>They thought about Saturday pay,<br>And Sunday sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whatever he smelled was good:<br>The fruit and flesh smells mixed.<br>There beside him she stood,--<br>And he, perplexed;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He, in his shrunken britches,<br>Eyes rimmed with pickle dust,<br>Prickling with all the itches<br>Of sixteen-year-old lust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Theodore+Roethke">Theodore Roethke</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529050" data-title="Pickle Belt de Theodore Roethke" data-description="The fruit rolled by all day. They prayed the cogs would creep; They thought about Saturday pay, And Sunday sleep. Whatever he smelled was good: The fruit and flesh smells mixed. There beside him she stood,-- And he, perplexed; He, in his shrunke..."></div> </div> </div>

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