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Desert Fare (Tale 35)
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Desert Fare (Tale 35) |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Ah, how I hate the grit an’ dust- Wha’ come in desert lands. The thirst, the burn, the smarting eyes… The dry and cracking ‘ands. The bloody wogs wi’ sword and gun… The outpost long forgot… An’ legionaires the Frenchmen sent, An’ left out ‘ere to rot. Scurvy, aye, no fruit about- The water scarce an’ bad… When yer pinned down, for near a week, No water to be ‘ad… ‘Twill make the foulest smellin’ scum Like nectar to the taste. An’ make men fight like ravin’ wolves An’ not one drop to waste. Aye, fought I did, a legionaire… Stranger’s we were called, For money, for adventure, or… For nothing we did fall. I’ve breathed the dry North Afric air… Eat bread, draunk water stale… For wha’? I dinna really ken, So goes a Traveler’s Tale. |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
I always enjoy your work, Gunslinger, and this was no exception! Elizabeth "He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!" -The Crucible |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
You've got a keeper here, gunslinger. Good work on this one.... |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Yes, wonderfully told, John!  Denise |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
I feel as if I am taken to a different world every time I read your work Great writing on this as always All my love, Jeffrey I lie awake in a world filled with dreams, but dreams can be so real when you don't know you're asleep |
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