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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508264" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Confetti In The Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508264" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He wrote a letter in his mind<br> To answer one a maid had sent;<br>He sought the fitting word to find,<br> As on by hill and rill he went.<br>By bluebell wood and hawthorn lane,<br> The cadence sweet and silken phrase<br>He incubated in his brain<br>  For days and days.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508264" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He wrote his letter on a page<br> Of paper with a satin grain;<br>It did not ring, so in a rage<br> He tore it up and tried again.<br>Time after time he drafted it;<br> He polished it all through the night;<br>He tuned and pruned till bit by bit<br>  He got it right.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508264" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He took his letter to the post,<br> Yet long he held it in his hand.<br>Strangely his mood had veered, almost<br> Reversed,--he could not understand.<br>The girl was vague, the words were vain;<br> April romance had come to grief . . .<br>He tore his letter up again,--<br>  Oh blest relief!</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=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a></strong></div>