From 'Death In The Arctic'
‘I’ve got to kill you, Dick.
Your life for mine, you know.
Better to do it quick,
A swift and sudden blow.
See! Here’s my hand to lick;
A hug before you go.
God! But it makes me sick:
Old dog, I love you so.
Forgive, forgive me, Dick –
A swift and sudden blow…’
Robert W. Service
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