<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=552620" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fine Young Yesterday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft pacifists in murals of malaise: <br>I can barely see you sweaty over the bedroom of<br>My young days, <br>Because my ears are burning from cheap wine, <br>They don’t hear reveille or get up on time, <br>And they are past over like sated lions on Mondays, <br>And the tourists have all gone down their enthroned<br>Gullets like strawberry Sundays, <br>And up in the sky didn’t I say they are advertising <br>Your wedding day; <br>But anyway, hip hip hurray: and didn’t they once have<br>The world fair in Saint Louis or <br>Chicago; and weren’t we there high stepping through<br>The papier-mâché jungles-<br>And didn’t you know that Sara Teasdale is buried<br>Belle Fontaine, that she was married to someone she<br>Didn’t love, <br>And the way she thought of him along the stark midways<br>Of her younger days- I’m sure I know, if I can’t rightly<br>Say-<br>The traffic skips by like amphibians opening wide <br>And ululating on into crepuscule, <br>And I missed you in school today, but I guess it doesn’t<br>Matter, because I am not beautiful<br>And I don’t think you love me- at least not the way <br>I love you- forever- even if you once loved me that<br>Fine young yesterday.</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=552620" data-title="Fine Young Yesterday de Bret R. Crabrooke" data-description="Soft pacifists in murals of malaise: I can barely see you sweaty over the bedroom of My young days, Because my ears are burning from cheap wine, They don’t hear reveille or get up on time, And they are past over like sated lions on Mondays, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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