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“Fleurette,” Robert W. Service

Fleurette THE WOUNDED CANADIAN SPEAKS: My leg? It’s off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I’ve had it since I was born; And lately a devilish corn. (I rather chuckle with glee To think how … Continue reading

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