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A cup of peace

Occasional thoughts of a fiddle playing, kilt-wearing chili-head

Ranger Hotsauce
16 September 1969
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Make me a cup, and fashion it with silver please
And draw no fighting figures there, for I swear I am a man of peace
And let there be no signs of war, no bitter feuds or quarreling
But friends and wine and happy talk
And nights where we may sit and sing
A cup of peace
A cup of wine
Enough to make this world divine