An Empty Threat Comments

I can just see my tent pegged, And me on the floor, Cross-legged, And a trapper looking in at the door With furs to sell. very fine poem. tony

Give a headshake Over so much bay Thrown away In snow and mist That doesn't exist, Great poem of a great poet. tony

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I was going to say, For God, man, or beast's sake, Yet does perhaps for all three. verses that make us think. tony

well boys we did it, we stopped threats