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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=94359" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Esther</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was late one fall night at a fairground near town<br>When esther first saw the armenian man<br>Who groveled toward her and stood by her side<br>With a bucket that swung in his hand<br>His grin stretched the folds of his pasty white cheeks<br>And his lips hurled a dollop of murk on the curb<br>And the lights from the rides showed a mischievous sparkle<br>That flashed in his hollow eyed stare<br>He said little girl, you can chop off my legs<br>And then peel off my socks if you want to.<br>But Id rather you took this old puppet from me<br>That I hold in my pail as we speak.<br>And he stood looking down at the innocent girl<br>And she stared at the bucket bewildered<br>Til he lifted the doll for the young girl to see<br>And a giant smile grew on his face<br>She saw the dolls eyes and she couldnt resist<br>And she thanked the man quickly and ran to the church<br>And she burst through the door with puppet held high<br>And a hush filled the chapel, and the people looked mean<br>Esther tried in vain to pacify the mob<br>Quibble grew to spat, to wrangle, then to brawl<br>The frenzied congregation struggled desperately to fetch<br>The pretty puppet snugly nestled deep in esthers leather sack<br>Through the window of the church a storm began to rage<br>And esther knew the time had come to flee<br>She scurried down the aisle toward the doorway in the distance<br>And out into the rainstorm where she felt she would be free<br>But the wind was blowing harder<br>And her skirt began to billow<br>Until finally her feet began to lift<br>And she rose above the people and the houses<br>And the chimneys<br>And esther and the doll were set adrift<br>Floating higher over the hills, and the valleys and treetops<br>Theyd flutter and glide<br>Soaring and turning suspended on air<br>With the earth far below them theyd tumble<br>And dive through the clouds<br>And she began to plummet earthward till she<br>Landed in the nasty part of town<br>She glanced about the village sure to find the evil men<br>Who rob and pillage in the darkest hour of night<br>Nervously she fumbled for the pouch that held the<br>Puppet on her rump.<br>Feeling quite outnumbered esther hid behind<br>A nearby pile of lumber, where she waited<br>Till the dawn<br>Cause it would have been a blunder to<br>Succumb to a hoodlum on the prowl<br>When the morning came, she wandered through the streets<br>Along the chilly lake that lay beside the town<br>At last a peaceful moment, but she thought she heard a sound<br>It was an angry mob of joggers coming up to knock her down<br>As esther stood and shook her head<br>The joggers were approaching<br>And she knew she had no choice left but to swim<br>As the frosty water sank its bitter teeth into her hide<br>She tried to slide the heavy clothing from her skin<br>Naked now she made her way toward the shore<br>When suddenly she felt a tiny tugging at her toe.<br>And the puppet shed forgotten wrapped its tiny<br>Little arms around her ankle and wouldnt let her go.<br>The waves seemed to open and swallow her whole<br>As the doll pulled her down through the eerie green deep<br>And the sound of the laughing old man filled her ears<br>As she drifted away to a tranquil<br>And motionless sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Phish - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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When esther first saw the armenian man
Who groveled toward her and stood by her side
With a bucket that swung in his hand
His grin stretched the folds of his pasty white cheeks
And his lips hurl..."></div>
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