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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341166" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Coach Of Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341166" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Although her load is sometimes heavy,<br>The coach moves at an easy pace;<br>The dashing driver, gray-haired time<br>Drives on, secure upon his box.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341166" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At dawn we gaily climb aboard her<br>We're ready for a crazy ride,<br>And scorning laziness and languor,<br>We shout: 'Get on, there! Don't delay!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341166" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But midday finds our courage wane,<br>We're shaken now: and at this hour<br>Both hills and dales inspire dread.<br>We shout: 'Hold on, drive slower, fool!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341166" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The coach drives on just as before;<br>By eve we are used to it,<br>And doze as we attain our inn.<br>While Time just drives the horses on.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Alexander+Sergeyevich+Pushkin">Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin</a></strong></div>

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