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"nevere" poems
We all go through trials We all have our crosses to bear We all have those things That we wish we could get rid of Those old bad habits that nevere seem to cease That seem to grab us and keep us from breaking free Keeps us from truly letting go We all have our guilts We all have pain We all have times When we feel like life is just a game And we are set to lose When it seems like every decision we make Ultimately leads us down the wrong path When we can look back When we want to kick ourselves For making those mistakes Its ultimately what we do during these trials That really tell who we are If we are willing to accept what is To learn and to grow from them Figuring out which direction you need to take You can move through them with confidence Understanding that its just life's way Of kicking you when you need it Helping you to see something That you might not see otherwise If you keep wallowing in yourself Not truly accepting the lessons Constantly making the same mistakes You can never move forward Never getting to a better place with yourself Remaining stuck to repeat the same old groove Until you finally figure out What it is you are going through in the first place
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Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 10:48 PM UTC
Trials
Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] Avon Man and the Mystery of His First-Best Bed I gyve unto my wief my second best bed… -Attributed to Shakespeare in his will. Or Churchill. Or Milton. Or Elvis. Or Some Famous Man. And Shakespeare was secretly a Catholic. (No, he wasn’t.) (Yes, he was.) (No, he wasn’t.) (Yes, he was; I read it on the InterGossip.) That second-best bed doesn’t matter a pop Those anyones whoever slept in it are deads Memorialized as dashboard bobbleheads At Ye Olde Anne Hathawaye gifte shoppe Kinge Richarde nevere cryede, “mye kyngdome fore ye bedde!” Yea, goode olde Sirre Erpinghame joked, “Now lye I like a kynge” So what’s the deale withe the firste-beste bedde thynge? Thatte seconde bedde is where the Widowe rested hir hedde Ande thusse ye scholares maken withouten cessatione Unsupportede argumentes and allegationes
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Jan 25, 2024
Jan 25, 2024 at 9:31 PM UTC
Avon Man and the Mystery of His First-Best Bed