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The Quitter

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When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child,
And Death looks you bang in the eye,
And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle
To cock your revolver and . . . die.
But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can,"
And self-dissolution is barred.
In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow . . .
It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard.

"You're sick of the game!" Well, now, that's a shame.

You're young and you're brave and you're bright.
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daniel foote 08 December 2018

one of his best, but never mentioned.

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Ralph woldt 20 November 2018

It's a poem i memorized as a young'n in the 50's when things weren't going well. Now I'm my late 70's it rings a bell again. Robert Service has been my favorite poet.

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Byron Ferrari 03 March 2018

1913 in the Yukon or 2018 homeless this crackerjack poem of utter defiance still tracks

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Chris Merritt 29 September 2011

Love this poem, a kind of mantra for life. I have it tattooed on my back.

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Tim C. 01 November 2018

No regerts!

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Jim Armstrong 17 June 2009

...gotta love this guy!

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