Honea Path, SC USA
ACK! I did forward this poem to him, but I thought he'd be offline by now. I was counting on him not seeing this for a few weeks, until he gets settled into his new home. Oh, sheesh! While we were on the phone, he read it. He read all of your comments to me (including my own)! And I STILL DIDN'T SAY IT!
It matters not how strait the gate;
How charged with punishments the scroll;
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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