| The street sounds to the soldiers' tread,
And out we troop to see;
A single redcoat turns his head,
He turns and looks at me.
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;
What thoughts at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
AE Houseman.
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I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king. I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing . Each time I find myself flat on my face I pick myself up and get back in the race.
Last edited by Del Boy; November 10th, 2007 at 20:10.
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