Monthly Archives: August 2006

The Shooting of Dan McGrew

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune; Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew, And watching his luck … Continue reading

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The Raven – Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my … Continue reading

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The Battle of the Bulge

This year an ocean trip I took, and as I am a Scot And like to get my money’s worth I never missed a meal. In spite of Neptune’s nastiness I ate an awful lot, Yet felt as fit as … Continue reading

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A word is dead

A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.

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The Sound of The Trees

The Sound of the Trees I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose … Continue reading

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Love is anterior to life

Love is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.

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Into My Own

Into My Own One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto th eedge of doom. I should … Continue reading

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A Little Prayer

Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things – The song of birds, the rapture of the rose; Cloud-dappled skies, the laugh of limpid springs, Drowned sunbeams and the perfume April blows; Bronze wheat a-shimmer, purple shade of trees – … Continue reading

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The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill

I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die– Whether he die in the light o’ day or under the peak-faced moon; In cabin or dance-hall, camp … Continue reading

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Tis the gift to be simple….

Simple Gifts 19th century, Shaker hymn ‘Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free, ’tis the gift to come down where you ought to be, And when we find ourselves in the place just right, It … Continue reading

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