Thursday, March 17, 2011
Gin And Tonic In The Mess Comments
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What does the cracking of ice cubes mean to a rifleman sat in a pub?
Nothing! That's what. It's another man's life out there waiting alone in the mud.
And what does a drip down the neck mean to a rifleman prone in a scrape?
A tickle reminds him of fear creeping in under the cape.
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Peter (Prof) Fox
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