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The wind of fate

                                  The wind of fate  


          I watch a midnight stealing by,
          And feel signs of night’s intent,
          But did I behold the winds of fate 
          Here where judgment ends

          Too long beheld accepted things 
          In the worth of passing time,
          When forgotten seem the thoughts and deeds 
          Here where judgment ends  
          
          Noble are all mans designs 
          Nobler then nights intent,
          And somewhere waits our life’s regrets 
          Here where judgment ends          

                                  By m.norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca

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