Sunday, October 29, 2006

The Cremation of Sam McGee

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.


Check out this creepy reading of the old Robert Service poem. Link

1 Comments:

Blogger Wizz. said...

Excellent reading!

Dude did a good job!

12:55 PM  

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