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We did come through the same old gate My friend and foe, we plied that road But look I loom tall you are short You stand brave I don't-- difference! Weep not as you learn I choose north To your south or east to your west Some eggs cannot turn into chicks Some trees do not give any fruit I would rather bake my own bread Than let another guide my way For how we fall is never same In means or place, and time or day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 9/20/2011 9:45:00 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you this morning Esson. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol
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Date: 9/20/2011 6:51:00 AM
excellent write this, uplifting on a rainy day in england
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Date: 9/20/2011 6:13:00 AM
What a beautiful and inspiring poem
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