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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343056" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yorick</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hard by an excavated street one sat<br>In solitary session on the sand;<br>And ever and anon he spake and spat<br>And spake again-a yellow skull in hand,<br>To which that retrospective Pioneer<br>Addressed the few remarks that follow here:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Who are you? Did you come 'der blains agross,'<br>Or 'Horn aroundt'? In days o' '49<br>Did them thar eye-holes see the Southern Cross<br>From the Antarctic Sea git up an' shine?<br>Or did you drive a bull team 'all the way<br>From Pike,' with Mr. Joseph Bowers?-say!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Was you in Frisco when the water came<br>Up to Montgum'ry street? and do you mind<br>The time when Peters run the faro game<br>Jim Peters from old Mississip-behind<br>Wells Fargo's, where he subsequent was bust<br>By Sandy, as regards both bank and crust?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I wonder was you here when Casey shot<br>James King o' William? And did you attend<br>The neck-tie dance ensuin'? _I_ did not,<br>But j'ined the rush to Go Creek with my friend<br>Ed'ard McGowan; for we was resolved<br>In sech diversions not to be involved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Maybe I knowed you; seems to me I've seed<br>Your face afore. I don't forget a face,<br>But names I disremember-I'm that breed<br>Of owls. I'm talking some'at into space<br>An' maybe my remarks is too derned free,<br>Seein' yer name is unbeknown to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ther' was a time, I reckon, when I knowed<br>Nigh onto every dern galoot in town.<br>That was as late as '50. Now she's growed<br>Surprisin'! Yes, me an' my pardner, Brown,<br>Was wide acquainted. If ther' was a cuss<br>We didn't know, the cause was-he knowed us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Maybe you had that claim adjoinin' mine<br>Up thar in Calaveras. Was it you<br>To which Long Mary took a mighty shine,<br>An' throwed squar' off on Jake the Kangaroo?<br>I guess if she could see ye now she'd take<br>Her chance o' happiness along o' Jake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You ain't so purty now as you was then:<br>Yer eyes is nothin' but two prospect holes,<br>An' women which are hitched to better men<br>Would hardly for sech glances damn their souls,<br>As Lengthie did. By G--! I _hope_ it's you,<br>For' _(kicks the skull)_ 'I'm Jake the Kangaroo.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q>
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In solitary session on the sand;
And ever and anon he spake and spat
And spake again-a yellow skull in hand,
To which that retrospective Pioneer
Addressed the few remarks that follow here:

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