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No Sourdough

 To be a bony feed Sourdough
You must, by Yukon Law,
Have killed a moose,
And robbed a sluice,
AND BUNKED UP WITH A SQUAW.
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Alas! Sourdough I'll never be.
Oh, sad is my excuse: My shooting's so damn bad, you see .
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I've never killed a moose.

Poem by Robert William Service
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