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قراءة كتاب Love Sonnets of an Office Boy
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اللغة: English
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| I wish a fire'd start up here, some day, And all the rest would run away from you— The boss and that long-legged bookkeeper, too, That you keep smilin' at—and after they Was all down-stairs you'd holler out and say: "Won't no one come and save me? Must I choke And die alone here in the heat and smoke? Oh, cowards that they was to run away!" And then I'd come and grab you up and go Out through the hall and down the stairs, and when I got you saved the crowd would cheer, and then They'd take me to the hospital, and so You'd come and stay beside me there and cry And say you'd hate to live if I would die. |
IV.
| Yesterday I stood behind your chair When you was kind of bendin' down to write, And I could see your neck, so soft and white, And notice where the poker singed your hair, And then you looked around and seen me there, And kind of smiled, and I could seem to feel A sudden empty, sinkish feelin' where I'm all filled up when I've just e't a meal. Dear Frankie, where your soft, sweet finger tips Hit on the keys I often touch my lips, And wunst I kissed your little overshoe, And I have got a hairpin that you wore— One day I found it on the office floor— I'd throw my job up if they fired you. |
V.
| She's got a dimple in her chin, and, oh, How soft and smooth it looks; her eyes are blue; The red seems always tryin' to peep through The middle of her cheeks. I'd like to go And lay my face up next to hers and throw My arms around her neck, with just us two Alone together, but not carin' who Might scold if they should see us actin' so. If I would know that some poor girl loved me As much as I do her, sometimes I'd take Her in my arms a little while and make Her happy just for kindness, and to see The pleased look that acrost her face'd break, And hear the sighs that showed how glad she'd be. |
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| When you're typewritin' and that long-legged clerk Tips back there on his chair and smiles at you, And you look up and get to smilin', too, I'd like to go and give his chair a jerk And send him flyin' till his head went through The door that goes out to the hall, and when They picked him up he'd be all black and |