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And so when he reached my bed
The General made a stand: "My brave young fellow," he said, "I would shake your hand." So I lifted my arm, the right, With never a hand at all; Only a stump, a sight Fit to appal. "Well, well. Now that's too bad! That's sorrowful luck," he said; "But there! You give me, my lad, The left instead." So from under the blanket's rim I raised and showed him the other, A snag as ugly and grim As its ugly brother. He looked at each jagged wrist; He looked, but he did not speak; And then he bent down and kissed Me on either cheek. You wonder now I don't mind I hadn't a hand to offer. . . . They tell me (you know I'm blind) 'Twas Grand-Père Joffre. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |