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Title: On The "Border"
Author: W. E. Christian [
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This is the Land
That God forgot.
Arizona.
This is the land
That the Devil be-got.
Arizona.
In respects, it's possibly
Better than Hell,
In Naco.
Hot air, mixed
With sulphur smell,
In Naco.
There every acre
Is desert sand,
To take the place
Of the "Brim-stone" Land.
In Hell.
Also, we have the Prickley-pear,
In Naco.
Sage-brush and cacti
That might compare
To pitch-forks.
But should you ask me
Where I'd dwell--
Naco, or in that place below--
Just three words
From my mouth would flow:
"Me for Hell."
Conditions are settled
Down in Hell;
While on the Border,
You never can tell.
Arizona!
Hell, yes!
No watchful waiting,
No peace at a price,
Like Naco.
The Devil's policy
Is firm and concise,
In Hell.
No friendly raids,
Nor Mexican strife;
Like Naco.
One's die is cast:
To boil for Life,
In Hell.
In case of trouble,
Of any kind,--
The Devil acts
Without change of mind.
Naco--Hell.
Think of the wonderful
Peace Sublime,
In Hell.
I only wish
That peace were mine.
[The end]
W. E. Christian's poem: On The "Border"
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