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IceyOddny: Perhaps it is no matter that you died.
Life’s an incognito which you saw through:
You never told on life—you had your pride;
But life has told on you.
by Walter Conrad Arensberg
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The Killing Place
by Edgar Albert Guest
We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.
We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,
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