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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415592" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Changes At The Un</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415592" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I spent my youth with a gun and a dog in the fields of Clare, <br>Hunting rabbits and pheasants and ducks and fast running hare, <br>So the long tail feathers of the cock pheasants, I knew well, <br>Then I became a member Canadian navel personnel.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415592" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At the UN in the mid 50s looking down from balcony, <br>A pheasant feather in a lady’s hat amid UN pageantry, <br>Sitting down there at the Irish desk but she didn’t care, <br>That the face on the balcony came all the way from County Clare.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415592" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But those were the days when the UN had a very good name, <br>Not like nowadays when so many tend to viciously complain, <br>But that was very long ago and I was much younger then, <br>Am I the only one who noticed the change, now among the old men? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415592" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">JAN 19th,2011</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=James+Bredin">James Bredin</a></strong></div>

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