<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=558552" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If I Were Her Dog</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poverty clipped my wings<br>and left me alone wriggling in pains<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fluttered lot<br>I muttered lot<br>I nothing got</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I wandered over hills and down dales<br>holding fast on assurances of heaven<br>sometimes I caught on thorns and<br>others; thorns caught on me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every day a new sun came to my door<br>carrying the poor old questions and set<br>further behind the hills leaving back<br>the same worries for the day to follow</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yeah! it was yesterday<br>I walked down a rich street<br>shouting aloud ‘Firewood! Take firewood ' <br>my ribs creaked under the burden of woods<br>over my head. I swept quick and fast looks <br>around to probe the buyer of my faggot<br>just then, a sight met my eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ah! there on steps of a Bungalow, was a girl<br>far fair and bursting with voluptuousness<br>she lavishly plied her dog with sweets.<br>my mouth watered and I wished I were the dog! <br>I might have eaten the sweets my fill<br>I must have chances to ride in her car<br>In her company, I might have enjoyed<br>everything, even the unspeakable? ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I were her dog...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Madhav+Sarkunde">Madhav Sarkunde</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=558552" data-title="If I Were Her Dog de Madhav Sarkunde" data-description="Poverty clipped my wings and left me alone wriggling in pains I fluttered lot I muttered lot I nothing got I wandered over hills and down dales holding fast on assurances of heaven sometimes I caught on thorns and others; thorns caught on me...."></div> </div> </div>

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