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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367862" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Weary</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367862" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It was like the Fates conspired<br>And somehow had it planned, <br>I could see that he was tired, <br>That soon he couldn't stand...<br>Though the tiger wasn't near me, <br>Because I'm not that daft, <br>I could tell that he was weary<br>And that is why I laughed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367862" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No more the wild thing so engrossed, <br>I knew he couldn't last...<br>With one eye open, one eye closed, <br>The tiger faded fast...<br>One paw serving for a pillow, <br>Beneath his dozy head, <br>He was like a weeping willow, <br>Quite rooted there instead...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367862" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He had to learn to pace himself! <br>This was the Golden Rule: <br>Survival first, preserve one's health<br>And not to play the fool...<br>He had to learn the solemn truth, <br>Now he was getting on<br>And say farewell to passing youth, <br>Now that his strength had gone...</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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