I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
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This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain:
"Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane --
Strong for the red rage of battle; sane for I harry them sore;
Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core;
Swift as the panther in triumph, fierce as the bear in defeat,
Sired of a bulldog parent, steeled in the furnace heat.
Send me the best of your breeding, lend me your chosen ones;
Them will I take to my bosom, them will I call my sons;
Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat;
But the others -- the misfits, the failures -- I trample under my feet.
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Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
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There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
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Sad is the man who is asked for a story
and can't come up with one.
His five-year-old son waits in his lap.
Not the same story, Baba. A new one.
The man rubs his chin, scratches his ear.
In a room full of books in a world
of stories, he can recall
not one, and soon, he thinks, the boy
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We walked together, side by side,
through years that flickered, then passed us by.
Laughter lingered, voices bright,
until silence claimed the stars at night.
Now echoes press against the air,
soft reminders that you were there.
Time untangles, then lets you go,
yet in my heart, you still echo.
Drops of Dew
when the darkness fades
the rays of hope
gently kiss my skin,
I open my eys to notice
the glistening rose
in my reach within.
the drops of dew
that she refuses to let go,
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maybe I will be the moon
to your ocean
silenty looking after you,
casting my gentle spell.
in the end, love you enough,
to let you go,
as you run towards the sand
to be together forevermore,
but first came to me
to be the tide for you.
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For You
-Ziggy
For you, I gave up everything,
Left my dreams, my peace, my wings.
I thought your love would be my guide,
But you left me standing here, alone inside.
I gave you my heart, I gave you my soul,
Tried to make you happy, to make you whole.
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Love for you stings, sharp and unwanted—
not by your actions,
but the quiet, aching knowing
you’ll never be mine to hold.
Your absence echoes through the silence,
but when you return,
time holds its breath.
I replay our moments—
a broken record,
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