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He Done His Damndest
He Done His Damndest By E. Bell Guthrey I ask that when my spirit quits this shell of mortal clay And o’er the trail across the range pursues its silent way, That no imposing marble shaft may mark the spot where rest The tailings of the bard who sang the praises of the West. But, [...]
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