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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Foxes in My Vineyard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One fair even, at the eve of last summer, <br>In the green and fertile country fields<br>Where grew luscious ears of 'eschol' grapes<br>I lingered by the Ploughman's hedge<br>Held in glee as plush tendrils cloaked tall stakes<br>And far afield, an endless pleach of virid vines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sought to see the blest, plush plums<br>Sired by those lustful ears of vine<br>''Those too, ought be plummy plush'', thought i<br>For to strum of the grapes there borne i craved<br>But lo, the vines though lush, the grapes...? All gone! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I scarce could take it true<br>For harvest yet looms a distant far! <br>But who had wrought this spiteful deed, <br>And where had all the green grapes gone? <br>But soon lunged forth a fox for the brushes green<br>Twas meet to set my curious soul yet agrief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so mused i, how like this vineyard green<br>A many a fellow, squalor within, splendour without! <br>Bade bare by ravenous foxes lot<br>For whilst we shy behind swaddling folds at the blush of dawn<br>A vixen creepeth in the meadow without!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nwaga+Philip">Nwaga Philip</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=553305" data-title="Foxes in My Vineyard de Nwaga Philip" data-description="One fair even, at the eve of last summer, In the green and fertile country fields Where grew luscious ears of 'eschol' grapes I lingered by the Ploughman's hedge Held in glee as plush tendrils cloaked tall stakes And far afield, an endless pleach..."></div> </div> </div>
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