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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pigeon Shooting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They say that Monte Carlo is<br>A sunny place for shady people;<br>But I'm not in the gambling biz,<br>And sober as a parish steeple.<br>so though this paradisal spot<br>The devil's playground of the rich is,<br>I love it and I love it not,<br>As men may sometimes fall for bitches.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I lazed beneath the sky's blue bliss,<br>The sea swooned with a sequin glimmer;<br>The breeze was shy as maiden kiss,<br>The palms sashayed in silken shimmr.<br>The peace I soaked in every pore<br>did me more good than ten religions . . .<br>And then: Bang! Bang! my joy was o'er;<br>Says I: "There goes them poor dam pigeons."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I see them bob from out their traps,<br>the swarded green aroud them ringing;<br>bewildered, full of joy perhaps,<br>With sudden hope of skyway winging.<br>They blink a moment at the sun,<br>They flutter free of earthy tether . . .<br>A fat man holds a smoking gun,<br>A boy collects some blood and feather.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And so through all the sainted day,<br>Bang! Bang! a bunch of plumage gory.<br>Five hundred francs they cost to slay,<br>And few there live to tell the story . . .<br>Yet look! there's one so swift to fly,<br>Despite the shots a course he's steering . . .<br>Brave little bird! he's winging high,<br>He's gained the trees - I feel like cheering.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In Monte Carlo's garden glades<br>With dreamful bliss one softly lingers,<br>And lazily in leafy shades<br>The doves pick breadcrumbs from one fingers . . .<br>Bang! Bang! Farewell, oh sylvan courts!<br>Where peace and joy are sweetly blended . . .<br>God curse these lousy Latin sports!<br>My pigeons scat, my dream is ended.</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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