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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=556287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Horse Sense Under The Oak Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the greenest green<br>that she had ever seen.<br>A tiny, sad-eyed frog, <br>daydreaming on a log.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'She' was, of course, a horse, <br>who used, as a good source<br>of minerals the log<br>upon which sat the frog.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a cloudless, balmy day<br>and many children were at play.<br>They did not bother either critter<br>due to their spinster babysitter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus undisturbed, they did commence<br>a conversation near the fence.<br>The mare inquired why the green<br>was something she had never seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The frog, though young, said 'At my age<br>I'm somewhat of a macrophage, <br>my diet has its own routine<br>most bugs I eat contain some green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Derived from noble chlorophyll, <br>the stuff keeps you from getting ill.'<br>' I see', the horse said, 'what about<br>a horse like me? I'm rather stout, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a fancy Palomino mare<br>with chestnut colour, which is rare.<br>Mind you, I like the way I look<br>in the reflection of the brook</div><div style="margin:10px 0">up at the quarry, near the tip, <br>though I don't like my lower lip.'<br>'I know', the frog huffed, 'you were born<br>with chestnut colour on that morn, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">what keeps you chestnut is your habit<br>to get up late, unlike the rabbit, <br>you eat the grass when it turns brown! '<br>The mare had placed a thoughtful frown</div><div style="margin:10px 0">upon her fat-lipped oblong face, <br>'now understand that our race<br>is quite superior to small fry<br>like frogs and insects, who all die</div><div style="margin:10px 0">without a funeral or wake.<br>You just get eaten, for the sake<br>of fighting excess population.<br>Which, a result of fornication</div><div style="margin:10px 0">takes food away from upper classes! <br>I'm sure you've heard of 'horses' asses', <br>that shows how popular we are.<br>A horse is, everywhere, a star......'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But Sire', interjects the frog, <br>I am just like a vital cog, <br>without me, bugs would take control, <br>that's why all creatures play a role.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mare regarded him with pity, <br>' You do not grasp the nitty-gritty, <br>I do not mind your bulging eyes, <br>but in this life, what counts is size! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They talked some more, but in a while<br>the frog was tasting bitter bile<br>inside his gallic apparatus.<br>But when the mare let out a flatus</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it was too much of condescension.<br>And, rapidly, now grew the tension.<br>An oak tree who had lived nearby<br>since Julius Ceasar said good-bye</div><div style="margin:10px 0">had overheard this harsh exchange, <br>suggested that he could arrange<br>a resolution to enable<br>both animals within this fable</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to make their peace without delay, <br>as oak trees always find a way.<br>So, in the shadow of the tree<br>they let their bygones bygone be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The oak had told them that 'with age<br>one gradually discards their rage.<br>And green turns brown, and brown turns gray<br>and all of that is quite okay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But that the wisdom of the ages<br>occurs reluctantly, in stages, <br>and that no creature can be free<br>until they reach old age like me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Herbert+Nehrlich">Herbert Nehrlich</a><div class=q>
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that she had ever seen.
A tiny, sad-eyed frog, 
daydreaming on a log.

'She' was, of course, a horse, 
who used, as a good source
of minerals the log
upon which sat the frog.

It was a cloudless, balmy day
and many childr..."></div>
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