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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ripples</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With his turned up nose and whiskers<br>At all that life could bring, <br>The tiger known as Sour Puss, <br>Would growl at anything! <br>He loathed the sun, he loathed the rain, <br>He loathed the clouds above, <br>In fact, he was a royal pain, <br>With nothing much to love...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But when he found the silver stream<br>Where ripples were at play, <br>He changed, as if now in a dream, <br>They really made his day...<br>His whiskers arched in great surprise<br>And then he tip-toed in...<br>Forced to agree that it felt nice<br>Upon his tiger skin...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Oh, yes! ' he said, 'This sure feels good! '<br>He grinned from ear-to-ear! <br>As if confirming that he would<br>Be soon returning here...<br>He watched the ripples mesmerised, <br>As they danced to-and-fro...<br>Their spectacle so highly prized, <br>He didn't want to go...</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=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a></strong></div>

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