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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rich Poor Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We pitied him because<br>He lived alone;<br>His tiny cottage was<br>His only own.<br>His little garden had<br>A wall around;<br>Yet never was so glad<br>A bit of ground.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It seemed to fair rejoice<br>With flowers and fruit;<br>With blooms it found a voice<br>When ours was muts.<br>It smiled without a pause<br>In gracious glow:<br>I think it was because<br>He loved it so.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He had no news to read,<br>No rent to pay;<br>His vegetable need<br>He plucked each day.<br>His grateful garden gave<br>Him ample fare;<br>He lived without a crave,<br>Without a care.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His bread and milk and tea<br>Were all he bought;<br>To us he seemed to be<br>A sorry lot . . .<br>But when we're dead and gone,<br>With all our fuss,<br>I guess he'll carry on,<br>And laugh at us.</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>

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