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The arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold | ||
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The Northern lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, Was that night on the Marge of Lake Lebarge, that I cremated Sam McGee. one of my favorite Service poems. | |||
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Shakespeare?  _____________________________ "The problems we face today exist because the people who work for a living are outnumbered by those who vote for a living." "Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety" Benjamin Franklin | |||
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I'll see how much of this I can pull from my dusty old memory... So forgive me if I'm off a bit. "Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee where the cotton blooms and blows. And why he left his home in the South to roam around the Pole well God only knows. He was always cold but that land of Gold seemed to hold him like a spell. Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd rather live in Hell" ---------------------------------- "If you are not prepared to use force to defend civilization, then be prepared to accept barbarism.." - Thomas Sowell | |||
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"On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see; It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee." ******************************************************** "we've gotta roll with the punches, learn to play all of our hunches Making the best of what ever comes our way Forget that blind ambition and learn to trust your intuition Plowing straight ahead come what may And theres a cowboy in the jungle" Jimmy Buffet | |||
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When I started reading, the cadence immediately made me think of the song, "Convoy" by C. W. McCall. ------------------------------ "They who would give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety." - Benjamin Franklin "So this is how liberty dies; with thunderous applause." - Senator Amidala (Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith) | |||
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There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. That's as much Service as I can quote.  _____________________________________________________ Sliced bread, the greatest thing since the 1911. | |||
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Dangerous Dan McGrew. And the Service poem "Just Think" will be on my headstone.This message has been edited. Last edited by: YooperSigs, End of Earth: 2 Miles Upper Peninsula: 4 Miles | |||
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I prefer Kipling. | |||
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Actually, Kipling, and Gunga Din, was the first thing I thought of. I don't know this poem. Jack London was the second thing I thought of, only because of the North country. I suppose I should look it up... | |||
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I thank you for your Service. | |||
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Johny Cash recorded this, it is pretty good. | |||
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