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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538763" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Speculators</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night was stormy and dark,<br>The town was shut up in sleep:<br>Only those were abroad who were out on a lark,<br>Or those who'd no beds to keep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pass'd through the lonely street,<br>The wind did sing and blow;<br>I could hear the policeman's feet<br>Clapping to and fro.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There stood a potato-man<br>In the midst of all the wet;<br>He stood with his 'tato-can<br>In the lonely Hay-market.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two gents of dismal mien,<br>And dank and greasy rags,<br>Came out of a shop for gin,<br>Swaggering over the flags:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swaggering over the stones,<br>These shabby bucks did walk;<br>And I went and followed those seedy ones,<br>And listened to their talk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was I sober or awake?<br>Could I believe my ears?<br>Those dismal beggars spake<br>Of nothing but railroad shares.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wondered more and more:<br>Says one—'Good friend of mine,<br>How many shares have you wrote for,<br>In the Diddlesex Junction line?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I wrote for twenty,' says Jim,<br>'But they wouldn't give me one;'<br>His comrade straight rebuked him<br>For the folly he had done:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O Jim, you are unawares<br>Of the ways of this bad town;<br>I always write for five hundred shares,<br>And THEN they put me down.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And yet you got no shares,'<br>Says Jim, 'for all your boast;'<br>'I WOULD have wrote,' says Jack, 'but where<br>Was the penny to pay the post?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I lost, for I couldn't pay<br>That first instalment up;<br>But here's 'taters smoking hot—I say,<br>Let's stop, my boy, and sup.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And at this simple feast<br>The while they did regale,<br>I drew each ragged capitalist<br>Down on my left thumbnail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their talk did me perplex,<br>All night I tumbled and tost,<br>And thought of railroad specs,<br>And how money was won and lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Bless railroads everywhere,'<br>I said, 'and the world's advance;<br>Bless every railroad share<br>In Italy, Ireland, France;<br>For never a beggar need now despair,<br>And every rogue has a chance.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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The town was shut up in sleep:
Only those were abroad who were out on a lark,
Or those who'd no beds to keep.

I pass'd through the lonely street,
The wind did sing and blow;
I could hear the policeman's feet
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