Monday, January 13, 2003

The Logger Comments

Rating: 5.0

In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight,
I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer;
Oh, the dew is falling chill on the dim, deer-haunted hill,
And the breakers in the bay are moaning drear.
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Robert William Service
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