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Robert W Service - The Yukoner
Work rating: Medium

He burned a hole in frozen muck,
He pierced the icy mould,
And there in six-foot dirt he struck
A sack or so of gold.

He burned holes in the Decalogue,
And then it came about,
For Fortune`s just a lousy rogue,
His "pocket" petered out.

And lo! `twas but a year all told,
When there in a shadow grim,
In six feet deep of icy mould
They burned a hole for him.
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