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Traveler's Tale #77
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Traveler's Tale #77 |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Ah, laddie, ‘tis a mort of years- Have gone and passed me by. I’ve known some laughter- Shed me tears- And oft I’ve wondered , why? Why are we born? Aye, why grow old? Why love and laugh awhile? Then bravado’s replaced by fears- No longer can we smile. When good and bad, upon the scale- Of life and death are weighed- I greatly fear that I’ll regret- Each poor choice that I’ve made. I’d try it all at least once more- Yet I suppose I’d fail- The clock of life is wound but once- So goes the Traveler’s Tale. |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Left to our own devices, we'd fail and fail fail. The man who recognizes this at least can leave this world with peace in his heart. |
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