PORTIAA Poem by shangalaThe will of my father PORTIA
I may choose neither, So is the will of a living me, By the will of a dead father, I can not choose one nor refuse none. Gold; "Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire." Silver: "Who chooseth me shall have as much as he deserves." Lead: "Who chooseth me must give and hazard all the hath." You must take your chance, Either not to attempt all, If you choose wrong, Swear never to speak to a lady afterward... Otherwise, hanging and wiving goes by destiny. © 2014 shangala |
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Added on January 27, 2014 Last Updated on January 27, 2014 AuthorshangalaEldoret, Rift Valley, IrelandAboutand it's one that could cause you to injure yourself. After you find out your baseline strength, try to reach for modest improvement in each routine. Don't be surprised if you occasionally blow past .. more..Writing
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