I look at no one, me...
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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, it's rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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The Joy of Little ThingsPublished by Susan on 2003/7/25 (2965 reads)
It's good the great green earth to roam...
It's good the great green earth to roam,
Perhaps you're counted with the Great;
Go couch you childwise in the grass,
I sometimes wonder, after all,
So give to me, I only beg,
Yesterday I finished my tenth ballad. When I have done about a score I will seek a publisher. If I cannot find one, I will earn, beg or steal the money to get them printed. Then if they do not sell I will hawk them from door to door. Oh, I'll succeed, I know I'll succeed. And yet I don't want an easy success; give me the joy of the fight, the thrill of the adventure. Here's my last ballad:
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