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THE INSULT
I
'VE swum the Colorado where she runs close
down to hell; I've braced the faro layouts in Cheyenne; I've fought for muddy water with a bunch of howlin' swine
An' swallowed hot tamales and cayenne; I've rode a pitchin' broncho till the sky was under-
neath; I've tackled every desert in the land; I've sampled XX whiskey till I couldn't hardly see An' dallied with the quicksands of the Grande; I've argued with the marshals of a half a dozen
burgs;
I've been dragged free and fancy by a cow; I've had three years' campaignin' with the fightin', bitin' Ninth,
An' I never lost my temper till right now. I've had the yeller fever and been shot plum full of
holes;
Fve grabbed an army mule plum by the tail; But I've never been so snortin', really highfalutin' mad
As when you up and hands me ginger ale. Anonymous.
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