<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547741" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By The Sweat of Your Brow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Giving me too much time to consider that<br>I am not going home: <br>Snails on my shoulders in their little houses: <br>Roman candles pointed earthwards toward<br>The canal-<br>And I am in a place they thought may not<br>Have existed-<br>And they burn effigies of broomsticks until the<br>Candles become sauce and gravy, <br>Until, sometimes, the midnight works, <br>And you can float underneath her as a little boy<br>Going up and up into a chimney <br>While yards of aerobuses circle beneath you<br>And the magic is in your armpits: <br>And the magic is by the sweat of your brow</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</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=547741" data-title="By The Sweat of Your Brow de Bret R. Crabrooke" data-description="Giving me too much time to consider that I am not going home: Snails on my shoulders in their little houses: Roman candles pointed earthwards toward The canal- And I am in a place they thought may not Have existed- And they burn effigies of broo..."></div> </div> </div>

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