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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=564782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Brother John</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My brother John has beds of down<br>And mansions of his own;<br>The humble bed where I rest my head<br>Is little less than stone;<br>But peace is there to soothe my care<br>While Brother John has pride;<br>So I pity John and all who bear<br>Great fortune's weight and care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My brother John has fertile farms<br>Of cotton, and corn and maize;<br>While naught have I but earth and sky<br>To look on all my days;<br>Mine's not the lot to own the spot<br>Of humble cabin home;<br>And ne'er the wing of airy fame<br>Buzzes about my name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My brother's hold is fixed on gold<br>And auto cars for tour,<br>That flash today in their gala way<br>With rush and dash by the poor;<br>When go I must, I tramp the dust<br>Whither my brother speeds,<br>Unawares to the common lot<br>Of peer, and sage, and sot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Brother John has a splendid lawn,<br>Scythed and rolled and green,<br>A verdant spot where such a sot<br>As I am never seen.<br>To all that plod, 'Keep off the sod,'<br>Is John's command today;<br>And I pass on and muse why clay,<br>Like mine, not John's, is gay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Alfred+Beadle">Samuel Alfred Beadle</a><div class=q>
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And mansions of his own;
The humble bed where I rest my head
Is little less than stone;
But peace is there to soothe my care
While Brother John has pride;
So I pity John and all who bear
Great fortune's weight and ..."></div>
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