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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390670" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pleasure Of The Thought</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390670" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A cat lays stretched out, contented on a wall, <br>The Farmer's Boy comes whistling down the lane, <br>One cockerel now proclaims his morning call, <br>And day begins to make swift way again.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390670" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then others enter now upon this scene, <br>As to their daily duties they attend, <br>Some goats are tethered on the Village Green, <br>And the Miller, slowly starts, his flour to blend.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390670" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Three dairymaids with tasks to do, now run, <br>To cows, who await, their creamy milk to yield, <br>And as the dawn now welcomes in the sun, <br>It beams, from all the heavens, this land to gild.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390670" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What a pleasant picture here for us is wrought, <br>Leaving one with all the pleasure of the thought.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390670" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></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=Ernestine+Northover">Ernestine Northover</a></strong></div>

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