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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap 
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How hath the raven spurned her sable gown, And shed the rightful plumage of her kind, To seek a flock of happier reknown, That please the eye, but suffocate the mind? How wilt the hawk, with lethal talon bare, And razor beak of predatory grace Renounce his kill for less appealing fare, That he may show the world a gentle face? How shalt the owl, aloft on silent wings, Who breathes his haunting call beneath the moon, Embrace the day, and warble brighter things, That none may be displease'd by his tune? Make no pretense, but hold thy head with pride That Nature's careful hand be not denied < !signature--> You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end. [This message has been edited by Skyfyre (edited 12-09-1999).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Wow! This is excellent, Skyfyre. Simply wonderful! I enjoyed this very much!  Denise |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Beautiful my friend. Pride, glory, strength and beauty... |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Simply breathtaking - like flight. |
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