<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578659" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tiber River</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The traffic ran one way<br>Down the old main drag<br>As I stood on the bridge of the Tiber River<br>The traffic ran one way<br>Down the old main drag<br>And I gazed at the ruins all scattered ‘round<br>And there were boards on the windows<br>Of the musty old houses<br>And they were ruins, all scattered ‘round</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind was a-blowing<br>It was late September<br>As I stood on the bridge of the Tiber River<br>The window was a-howling<br>It was late September<br>And I gazed at the leaves on the soft, dirty ground<br>And I cursed on each one<br>That jumped down off each tree<br>There were ruins all scattered ‘round</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The waves were rolling<br>If I remember<br>As I stood on the bridge of the Tiber River<br>The waves they were rolling<br>If I remember<br>And the river’s waters ran ragged and brown<br>The salt of the ocean<br>Was in my cuts and my bruises<br>There were ruins all scattered ‘round </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I allow I’ll come back<br>Sometime in summer<br>Just to stand on the bridge of the Tiber River<br>I allow I’ll come back<br>Some day, and some summer<br>If I make enough money in town<br>And I’ll lay down and die<br>On the soft, dirty ground<br>With the rest of the ruined old things scattered ‘round</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+O%27Reilly">Patrick O'Reilly</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=578659" data-title="The Tiber River de Patrick O'Reilly" data-description="The traffic ran one way Down the old main drag As I stood on the bridge of the Tiber River The traffic ran one way Down the old main drag And I gazed at the ruins all scattered ‘round And there were boards on the windows Of the musty old houses ..."></div> </div> </div>

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