Just a story of a (cow)boy and his (old) gnu.
Picture this incident vivid:
young David, a cowpuncher avid,
to saddle his
livid old bovid,
must fervid be, nor know not 'pavid.'
I, in 1942 , am born (of all the luck!) a Jew. The odds are I shall not survive. (Indeed, I die in '45.) Korea. Fall of '53....
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