This Life
That the battle often does not, Go to the strong, Nor the race to the swift.Nor bread to the wise. Nor riches to men of understanding.As you know, But by time and chance.There is confusion here, As folks know not the time to step in. We watch and the theatre is over.We moan and groan!
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