Dwight W. ‘Tiny’ Johnson

1954 — 2016   Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.   In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.   …

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