Just a poem  

rm_gigolo394 51M
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7/31/2006 7:04 am

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7/31/2006 7:05 am

Just a poem

Heaven from all creature hides the book fate,
All but the page prescribe, their present state,
From brutes what men, from men what spirits know;
Or who could suffer being here below,
The lamb thy roit dooms to bleed today,
Had he thy reason, would he skip and play,
Please to the last, he crops the flowry tood,
And licks the hands just raised too shed his blood,
Blindness to the future I kindly giving,
That each may fill the circle marked by Heaven,
Who sees with equal eyes, as God of all,
a hero perish, or a sparrow fall.

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