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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Florrie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Because I was a wonton wild<br> And welcomed many a lover,<br>Who is the father of my child<br> I wish I could discover.<br>For though I know it is not right<br> In tender arms to tarry,<br>A barmaid has to be polite<br> To Tom and Dick and Harry.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My truest love was Poacher Jim:<br> I wish my babe was his'n.<br>Yet I can't father it on him<br> Because he was in prison.<br>As uniforms I like, I had<br> A soldier and a sailor;<br>Then there was Pete the painter lad,<br> And Timothy the tailor.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Though virtue hurt you vice ain't nice;<br> They say to err is human;<br>Alas! one pays a bitter price,<br> It's hell to be a woman.<br>Oh dear! Why was I born a lass<br> Who hated to say: No, sir.<br>I'd better in my sorry pass<br> Blame Mister Simms, the grocer.</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>