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Virginia's Story
Elizabeth Gates-Wooten is my Grand mom.
She was born in Canada with her father and brothers.
They owned a Barber Shoppe.
I don't remember exactly where in Canada.
I believe it was right over the border like Windsor or Toronto.
I never knew exactly where it was.
When she was old enough she got married.
First, she married a man by the name of Frank Gates.
He was from Madagascar.
He fathered my mom and her brother and sister.
The boy's name was Frank Gates, Jr.
Two girls name were Anna and Agnes.
Agnes was my mother.
Frank Gates went crazy after the war
He drank a lot and died
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Fort Leavenworth is in fact no fort, being without defensive works, except two block-houses.
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Coyote Visits a Fort (Native American)
Coyote and Dog watched the fort from the hill.
“I have everything I need in my new home, ”
Dog said. “Come, I will show you what to do.”
They walked past the guard at the stockade gate.
The fort was dusty and full of human noise.
They had to be alert for hooves and boots.
Dog drank from a muddy puddle, then showed
The stables where he slept. A boy threw a rock.
Coming to the kitchen, Dog wagged his tail.
He gazed up hopefully at a man cutting meat.
He whimpered and rubbed against the man’s leg.
The man gave Dog a scrap and shooed him away.
Coyote watched more, then grabbed a slab of bacon,
Left by a hole in the fence, and returned to his family.
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Boula
Boula
Je sais que tu es très fort
Tu ne crains rien
Tu écoutes attentivement
Tu regards et tu admires
Et surtout tu mémorises tout
Hier quand tu étais malade
Je t’ai admire toute la nuit
Ton visage était très fâché
Tes mains et tes pieds bougeaient
Comme quelqu’un qui veut détruire
Un ennemie ou un obstacle
Tu grondais la maladie pour s’enfuir
Et jamais revenir
Car tu es un homme sévère et pure
Car tu es un homme fort et brave
Car tu es un homme et pas un enfant
Tu as pris mon doigt et tu la serré fortement
Comme que tu voudras me dire de ne pas inquiète, je veux guerire
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Country Towns - Portland
Here she hides, an aged dame.
Here she dreams beside the waves.
Ever baulked of modern fame
And the deep-sea trade she craves.
Tall ships, riding at her port,
Waking her to life anew -
Here she hides, and holds the fort,
Hoping yet dreams will come true.
Charming lady, dignified,
Proud, hospitable and kind;
With full half her rights denied.
Here she waits, and calls to mind
Pictures of the olden days
When the whalers, sailing down
To her quiet waterways
Gave first promise to her town.
First came Dutton - half forgot
To establish well her claim
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Psaume VI
Sire, en ton courroux ne me viens convaincre du forfait :
Non ne me viens châtier en ta bouillante fureur.
Miséricorde de moi, Seigneur, car faible je languis.
Ô, guéris moi, Seigneur : j'ai tous mes os étonnés.
Même mon âme se trouble de peur, tremblante dedans moi
Fort étonnée. Mais toi Sire jusques à quand ?
Change d'avis, et te tourne, Seigneur : mon âme délivrant,
Sauf du péril tire moi par ta clémente pitié :
Puisqu'à la mort oublieuse, de toi la mémoire s'amortit.
Mais qui dira ton honneur dans le sépulcre muet ?
En ma plainte recru, toute nuit je retrempe mes pleurs,
Draps et couverte de lit, jusqu'à la couche mouillés.
L'oeil troublé de douleur, et cavé d'angoisse me vieillit,
Pour tous mes ennemis, aisés du mal que je sens.
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Une statue (4)
Un bloc de marbre où son nom luit sur une plaque.
Ventre riche, mâchoire ardente et menton lourd ;
Haine et terreur murant son gros front lourd
Et poing taillé pour fendre en deux toutes attaques.
Le carrefour, solennisé de palais froids,
D'où ses regards têtus et violents encore
Scrutent quels feux d'éveil bougent dans telle aurore,
Comme sa volonté, se carre en angles droits.
Il fut celui de l'heure et des hasards bizarres,
Mais textuel, sitôt qu'il tint la force en main
Et qu'il put étouffer dans hier le lendemain
Déjà sonore et plein de terribles fanfares.
Sa colère fit loi durant ces jours vantés,
Où toutes voix montaient vers ses panégyriques,
Où son rêve d'Etat strict et géométrique
Tranquillisait l'aboi plaintif des lâchetés.
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On The Civil War On The East Coast Of The United States Of North America 1860-64
Because of the unaccountable spirit of the troops
oh we were marched as we were never marched before
and flanked them off from home. Stupid Meade
was after them, head on to tail, but we convinced
him, finally, to flank, flank, cut off their head.
He finally understood, the idiot, and got a fort
named after him, for wisdom. He probably thought
Lee would conquer Washington from Appomattox
if he, Meade, should march his infantry behind
him, Lee. Ah well, the unaccountable spirit of the troops
triumphed, Meade got his fort, Grant got his presidency,
Sherman got his motto, what was it? War is heck?, Lee got a military school
for the education of young Southern gentlemen, and the Union
Army was taken over by Southern noncommissioned officers
in the wars against the Indians to the west. I know all
about this, I know who won, I served under them
for three hundred and fifty years in World War II,
just long enough not to be called a rookie but a veteran,
and realized the rank and order of my enemies:
first, the West Point officers; second, the red-neck sergeants;
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