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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508280" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death's Way</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Man Death's a lousy heel who will not play the game:<br>Let Graveyard yawn and doom down crash, he'll sneer and turn away.<br>But when the sky with rapture rings and joy is like a flame,<br>Then Old Man Death grins evilly, and swings around to slay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jack Duval was my chosen pal in the ranks of the Reckless Men.<br>Thick as thieves they used to say, and it may be that we were:<br>Where the price of life is a naked knife and dammed are nine in ten,<br>It doesn't do to be curious in the Legion Etrang&egrave;re.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when it came to a hidden shame our mugs were zippered tight;<br>He never asked me what I'd done, and he would never tell;<br>But though like men we revelled, when it came to bloody fight<br>I knew that I could bank on him clear to the hubs of hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They still tell how we held the Fort back on the blasted bled,<br>And blazed from out the shambles till the fagged relief arrived.<br>&quot;The garrison are slaughtered all,&quot; the Captain grimly said:<br>Piped Jack: &quot;Give us a slug of hooch and say that TWO survived.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then was that time we were lost, canteen and carcase dry,<br>As on we staggered with the thought: &quot;Here's where our story ends.&quot;<br>Ten desert days delirious, when black against the sky,<br>We saw a line of camels, and the Arabs were our friends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And last of all, the lurid night we crashed the gates of hell<br>And stemmed the Teuton torrent as it roared on every side;<br>And we were left in blood and mud to rot on the Moselle -<br>Two lacerated Legionaires, whom all supposed had died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three times death thought to take us and three times he stayed his hand;<br>But when we left the Legion what a happy pair we were,<br>Then reckless roving up and down the sunny land,<br>I found Jack eating bouillabaisse back on the Cannebi&egrave;re.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Next week I wed,&quot; he gaily said, &quot;the sweetest girl on earth.<br>I wonder why did Death pass by just then and turn to gloat?<br>&quot;Oh I'm so happy! You must come and join us in our mirth.&quot;...<br>Death struck ... Jack gasped and choked and - died:<br>   A fishbone in his throat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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Let Graveyard yawn and doom down crash, he'll sneer and turn away.
But when the sky with rapture rings and joy is like a flame,
Then Old Man Death grins evilly, and swings around to slay.

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