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At the hole where he went in Red-eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. Hear what little Red- eye saith: Nag, come up and dance with death! Eye to eye and head to head (Keep the measure Nag). This shall end when one is dead (At your pleasure, Nag). Turn for turn and twist for twist- (Run and hide you, Nag). Hah! The hooded death has missed! (The sad one betide you, Nag)!
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
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At the hole where he went in Red-eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. Hear what little Red- eye saith: Nag, come up and dance with death! Eye to eye and head to head (Keep the measure Nag). This shall end when one is dead (At your pleasure, Nag). Turn for turn and twist for twist- (Run and hide you, Nag). Hah! The hooded death has missed! (The sad one betide you, Nag)!
By Rudyard Kipling
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
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