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Nor sign nor word had I seen or heard, and it happed so long ago; My youth was gone and my memory wan, and I willed it even so. NOR SIGN NOR WORD HAD I SEEN OR HEARD AND IT HAPPENED SO LONG AGO MY YOUTH WAS GONE AND MY MEMORY RAN AND I WILLED IT EVEN SO
ttle of "hooch" was dry._ A man once aimed that my life be shamed, and wrought me a deathly wrong; I vowed one day I would well repay, but the heft of his hate was strong. He thonged me East and he thonged me West; he harried me back and forth, Till I fled in fright from his peerless spite to the bleak, bald-headed North. And there I lay, and for many a day I hatched plan after plan, For a golden haul of the wherewithal to crush and to kill my man; And there I strove, and there I clove through the drift of icy streams; And there I fought, and there I sought for the pay-streak of my dreams. So twenty years, with their hopes and fears and smiles and tears and such, Went by and left me long bereft of hope of the Midas touch; About as fat as a chancel rat, and lo! despite my will, In the weary fight I had clean lost sight of the man I sought to kill. 'Twas so far away, that evil day when I prayed to the Prince of Gloom For the savage strength and the sullen length of life to work his doom. D AND CURVED AND STREAMED AND THE BOTTLE OF HOOCH WAS DRY A MAN ONCE AIMED THAT MY LIFE BE SHAMED AND WROUGHT ME A DEATHLY WRONG I VOWED ONE DAY I WOULD WELL REPAY BUT THE HEFT OF HIS HATE WAS STRONG HE THONGED ME EAST AND HE THONGED ME WEST HE HARRIED ME BACK AND FORTH TILL I FLED IN FRIGHT FROM HIS PEERLESS SIGHT TO THE BLEAK BALD HEADED NORTH AND THERE I LAY AND FOR MANY A DAY I HATCHED PLAN AFTER PLAN FOR A GOLDEN HALL OF THE WHEREWITHAL TO CRUSH AND KILL MY MAN AND THERE I STROVE AND THERE I CLOVE THROUGH THE DRIFT OF ICY STREAMS AND THERE I FOUGHT AND THERE I SOUGHT FOR THE PASTRY OF MY DREAMS SO TWENTY YEARS WITH THEIR HOPES AND FEARS AND SMILES AND TEARS AND SUCH WENT BY AND LEFT ME LONG BEREFT OF HOPE OF THE MIDAS TOUCH ABOUT AS FAT AS A CHANCEL RAT AND LO DESPITE MY WILL IN THE WEARY FIGHT I HAD CLEAN LOST SIGHT OF THE MAN I SOUGHT TO KILL TWAS SO FAR AWAY THAT EVIL DAY WHEN I PRAYED TO THE PRINCE OF GLOOM FOR THE SAVAGE STRENGTH AND THE SULLEN LENGTH OF LIFE TO WORK HIS DOOM
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