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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Doughboy's Horace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Horace: Book III, Ode 9</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Donec eram gratus tibi--"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HORACE, PVT. --TH INFANTRY, A.E.F., WRITES:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>While I was fussing you at home <br>You put the notion in my dome <br>That I was the Molasses Kid. <br>I batted strong. I'll say I did.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LYDIA, ANYBURG U.S.A., WRITES:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">While you were fussing me alone <br>To other boys my heart was stone. <br>When I was all that you could see <br>No girl had anything on me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HORACE:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Well, say, I'm having some romance <br>With one Babette, of Northern France. <br>If that girl gave me the command <br>I'd dance a jig in No-Man's Land.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LYDIA:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I, too, have got a young affair <br>With Charley--say, that boy is there! <br>I'd just as soon go out and die <br>If I thought it'd please that guy</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HORACE:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Suppose I can this foreign wren <br>And start things up with you again? <br>Suppose I promise to be good? <br>I'd love you Lyd. I'll say I would.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LYDIA:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Though Charley's good and handsome--oh, boy! <br>And you're a stormy fickle doughboy, <br>So give the Hun his final whack, <br>And I'll marry you when you come back.</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=Franklin+P.+Adams">Franklin P. Adams</a></strong></div>

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