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A continent's scout That once touched Pacific sands, Has on the Natchez Trace Taken his life at Grinder's Stand. Such the news the Chickasaw Agent bore Telling President Jefferson The great scout Meriwether Lewis Is no more. Five years prior, you were commissioned To a quest, Mr. Jefferson sending you forth To explore the core of a new nation's Enigmatic west. The Mandan's song still warbles In your ears, While the mighty Missouri's current Still rushes through your tears. And now, on a porch of a tavern In west Tennessee, You look back in that direction That has ever seduced thee-- You cannot seem to shake him-- That black dog of lassitude-- That murderous hell-hound what has Shadowed you across majestic American longitudes. His image is there, in the polish Of your piece With every throb of your head His moan ebbs at your peace. During the journey, Clark was always There to help stay the hound... Knew how to handle him, Knew how to keep him bound. Perhaps that is why you are looking west This time around. Not for something new, That, you have found. No, you are simply looking yonder for Someone to **** this **** hound.
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
Reflections on the Tragic Death of Meriwether Lewis
A continent's scout That once touched Pacific sands, Has on the Natchez Trace Taken his life at Grinder's Stand. Such the news the Chickasaw Agent bore Telling President Jefferson The great scout Meriwether Lewis Is no more. Five years prior, you were commissioned To a quest, Mr. Jefferson sending you forth To explore the core of a new nation's Enigmatic west. The Mandan's song still warbles In your ears, While the mighty Missouri's current Still rushes through your tears. And now, on a porch of a tavern In west Tennessee, You look back in that direction That has ever seduced thee-- You cannot seem to shake him-- That black dog of lassitude-- That murderous hell-hound what has Shadowed you across majestic American longitudes. His image is there, in the polish Of your piece With every throb of your head His moan ebbs at your peace. During the journey, Clark was always There to help stay the hound... Knew how to handle him, Knew how to keep him bound. Perhaps that is why you are looking west This time around. Not for something new, That, you have found. No, you are simply looking yonder for Someone to **** this **** hound.
It is thought by some historians and scholars that Meriwether Lewis had Bipolar Disorder
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
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