Hey, now.
Welcome to Life, I shall bequeath you some seeds.
You shall fill it with knowledge and trim worthless weeds.
As thy body grows, and thy childhood thaws,
I shall fill thee with rules that shall soon become laws.
Do as thou like, but not something evil.
Do what thou thinkest will bring thee to thy steeple.
Rise up, be thee, show thyself to the world,
For t'is only a short time before thy mind shall be twirled.
At last, thou is old. Thou sit under a tree.
Thou regret those bad times when thou hath said
"Let it be."
Thy time is soon, and so you await,
For thine highly-awaited expiration date.
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Poetry Of A Count
الشعرThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
