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From: Graystone	11/27/2004 4:58:14 PM
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This one killed me. or an excerpt from The Stag Impaled A poem by H.D.RAWNSLEY (1851-1920) With head thrown back and heaving flank distressed It hears the hounds - the hunter's bugle ring; What hand shall save the tame unantlered thing? What covert give the harmless creature rest? Down the loing vale and o'er the woodland crest, Across the flood with piteous fear for wing It speeds, the leaps and with a desperate spring Hangs mute, impaled, the fence spear in its breast. When shall the heart of gentler England prove Its pure compassion for all needless pain, When shall we learn the bond of brotherhood 'Twixt man and these wild creatures of the wood, And nobler days of sport bring nobler gain For manhood sworn to pity and to love? I am in the mood for some really good dead deer poetry, I really like the smell of napalm in the morning. Message 20796946

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