Three shores:
East West & North,
Back to the South.
Doubt from whence I Come
So Seas from land I’ll run.
Though weary I’ll be
I’ll stand on water
then stand unfree.
I’ll defy the cursed law
and split in two this peninsula.
Unknowing my mind
Isle have to float.
Divide this land for a
hereditary moat.
For above all curses,
laws and the like,
naught defeat the soul
like lack of respite.
All from the woes,
the inevitable to heed
restraint for now
an endless bad seed.
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My name: Jeffrey Tollefson. tengo dos hermanos y viente tres anos. I enjoy reading, and not being motivated to read. I'll share some music interests as well. Ihave been recking not my own rede for 23 years.
But, good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whiles a puffed and reckless libertine, himself the primrose path of dalliance treads and recks not his own rede. -Ophelia, Hamlet
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