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      Gunga Din

      8 years ago

      Gunga Din

      YOU may talk o' gin an' beer
      When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
      An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
      But if it comes to slaughter
      You will do your work on water,
      An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
      Now in Injia's sunny clime,
      Where I used to spend my time
      A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
      Of all them black-faced crew
      The finest man I knew
      Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.

      It was "Din! Din! Din!
      You limping lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
      Hi! slippy hitherao!
      Water, get it! Panee lao!
      You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din!"

      The uniform 'e wore
      Was nothin' much before,
      An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
      For a twisty piece o' rag
      An' a goatskin water-bag
      Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.
      When the sweatin' troop-train lay
      In a sidin' through the day,
      Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
      We shouted "Harry By!"
      Till our throats were bricky-dry,
      Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.

      It was "Din! Din! Din!
      You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
      You put some juldee in it,
      Or I'll marrow you this minute,
      If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!"

      'E would dot an' carry one
      Till the longest day was done,
      An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
      If we charged or broke or cut,
      You could bet your bloomin' nut,
      'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
      With 'is mussick on 'is back,
      'E would skip with our attack,
      An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire."
      An' for all 'is dirty 'ide,
      'E was white, clear white, inside
      When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!

      It was "Din! Din! Din!"
      With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.
      When the cartridges ran out,
      You could 'ear the front-files shout:
      "Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!"

      I sha'n't forgit the night
      When I dropped be'ind the fight
      With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.
      I was chokin' mad with thirst,
      An' the man that spied me first
      Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din.

      'E lifted up my 'ead,
      An' 'e plugged me where I bled,
      An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' waterâ€'green;
      It was crawlin' an' it stunk,
      But of all the drinks I've drunk,
      I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.

      It was "Din! Din! Din!
      'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen;
      'E's chawin' up the ground an' 'e's kickin' all around:
      For Gawd's sake, git the water, Gunga Din!"

      'E carried me away
      To where a dooli lay,
      An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
      'E put me safe inside,
      An' just before 'e died:
      "I 'ope you liked your drink," sez Gunga Din.
      So I'll meet 'im later on
      In the place where 'e is goneâ€'
      Where it's always double drill and no canteen;
      'E'll be squattin' on the coals
      Givin' drink to pore damned souls,
      An' I'll get a swig in Hell from Gunga Din!

      Din! Din! Din!
      You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
      Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you,
      By the livin' Gawd that made you,
      You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

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      The Raven

      9 years ago

      Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
      Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
      While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
      As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
      `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
      Only this, and nothing more.'

      Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
      And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
      Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
      From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
      For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
      Nameless here for evermore.

      And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
      Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
      So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
      `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
      Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
      This it is, and nothing more,'

      Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
      `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
      But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
      And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
      That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
      Darkness there, and nothing more.

      Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
      Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
      But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
      And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
      This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
      Merely this and nothing more.

      Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
      Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
      `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
      Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
      Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
      'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

      Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
      In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
      Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
      But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
      Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
      Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

      Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
      By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
      `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
      Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
      Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
      Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

      Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
      Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
      For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
      Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
      Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
      With such name as `Nevermore.'

      But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
      That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
      Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
      Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
      On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
      Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

      Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
      `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
      Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
      Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
      Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
      Of "Never-nevermore."'

      But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
      Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
      Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
      Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
      What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
      Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

      This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
      To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
      This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
      On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
      But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
      She shall press, ah, nevermore!

      Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
      Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
      `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
      Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
      Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
      Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

      `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
      Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
      Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
      On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
      Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
      Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

      `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
      By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
      Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
      It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
      Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
      Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

      `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
      `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
      Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
      Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
      Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
      Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

      And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
      On the pallid bust of Palla

    • Orphan

      Kingdom Hearts 2 beat

      9 years ago

      Well after 5days of game play Kingdom Hearts 2 has been beatin an god it was pain in the ass but i made it....do to one assholes comment i think i need say this no i didnt blow through the game i beat it 100%

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      Good Night Kiss

      9 years ago

      One night a guy took his girlfriend home. As they were about to
      kiss each other goodnight at the front door, the guy started
      feeling a little in the
      mood.


      With an air of confidence, he leaned with his hand against the
      wall and smiling, he said to her
      "Honey, would you give me a kiss?"


      Horrified, she replied,
      "Are you mad? My parents will see us!"
      "Oh come on! Who's gonna see us at this hour?"


      He asked grinning at her.
      "No, please. Can you imagine if we get caught?"
      "Oh come on! There's nobody around, they're all sleeping!" .
      "No way. It's just too risky!"
      "Oh please, please, I love you so much?!?" .
      "No, no, and no. I love you too,
      but I just can't!" .
      "Oh yes you can. Please?" ............
      "No, no. I just can't"
      "I'm begging you ... "


      Out of the blue, the light on the stairs went on, and the girl's
      older sister showed up in her pyjamas, hair dishevelled, and in a
      sleepy voice she said,
      "Dad says to go ahead and give him a kiss, or I can do it. Or if
      need be, mom says she can come down herself and do it, but for
      God's sake and all of ours....


      "" TELL HIM TO TAKE HIS HAND OFF THE INTERCOM ""

    • Orphan

      Transformers Army

      in Forums > Transformers Army | Follow this topic

      Ok i'm Starting a Transformer army an i'm look for some help if you want to give me hand just drop bye my Profile an let me know

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      Why you hate WWF or whatever its calld

      in Forums > Why you hate WWF or whatever its calld | Follow this topic

      Why i hate it....It a group of grown men running around feeling up on each other its sick an its so damn fake no body an kick hurt that much an walk away from it.... an thats why i think if you like that shit your about 999% more brain dead then Caboose smiley5.gif

      1 reply

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      How many ppl have seen Orphen

      in Forums > How many ppl have seen Orphen | Follow this topic

      Ok to me Orphen is one of the best if not the best anime ever made but not alot of ppl have seen it so let me know if you have

      5 replies

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      2015 years ago

  • About Me

    I'm joing to be you'r friend cuse stone cold said so

    Don' t ask me to vote for you cuse i will not do so

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  • Comments (78)

    • thinkmaster

      thinkmaster

      6 years ago

      hi and welcome to the rave master group

    • squallstrife

      squallstrife

      6 years ago

      You know, your the only other person who agrees that a Ghostbuster would beat the Jedi.

    • Rivera101

      Rivera101

      6 years ago

      Hi, how's it goin'... again?

    • Rivera101

      Rivera101

      6 years ago

      I'm on vacay right now, until almost two months. My class resumes on January 5th.

    • Rivera101

      Rivera101

      6 years ago

      Hey, long time, no see! How's it goin'?

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      sk8ingpays25

      6 years ago

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    • silverkitten

      silverkitten

      7 years ago

      already wrote a journal on it

    • LuffyVsVexx

      LuffyVsVexx

      7 years ago

      Yes she is

    • OnlineGames

      OnlineGames

      7 years ago

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      I'd rather not lol

    • Dragonninja

      Dragonninja

      7 years ago

      hey long time no c :p