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Robert W Service - A Busy Man
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This crowded life of God`s good giving
No man has relished more than I;
I`ve been so goldarned busy living
I`ve never had the time to die.
So busy fishing, hunting, roving,
Up on my toes and fighting fit;
So busy singing, laughing, loving,
I`ve never had the time to quit.

I`ve never been one for thinking
I`ve always been the action guy;
I`ve done my share of feasting, drinking,
And lots of wenching on the sly.
What all the blasted cosmic show meant,
I`ve never tried to understand;
I`ve always lived just for the moment,
And done the thing that came to hand.

And now I`ll toddle to the garden
And light a good old Henry Clay.
I`m ninety odd, so Lord, please pardon
My frequent lapses by the way.
I`m getting tired; the sunset lingers;
The evening star serenes the sky;
The damn cigar burns to my fingers . . .
I guess . . . I`ll take . . . time off . . . to die.
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