There's shades of grey throughout the day,
Throughout the night entire
And should we bleed in questing need
Comparisons conspire.
Shades of grey when they must pay
To ply as best they try,
Whilst few shall rise to grasp the prize
We falterer's won't cry...
For Shakespeare wrote...
To write bespoke commits sad souls to die.
M.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
There's shades of grey throughout the day,
Throughout the night entire
And should we bleed in questing need
Comparisons conspire.
Shades of grey when they must pay
To ply as best they try,
Whilst few shall rise to grasp the prize
We falterer's won't cry...
For Shakespeare wrote...
To write bespoke commits sad souls to die.
M.
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