Friday, April 10, 2020

Destiny Comments

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I used to reach high, on tiptoes,
Arms sore from stretching,
For the princely type,
The reddest apples on the tree.
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Jackie Chou
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Dr Antony Theodore 14 April 2020

Then I learned a word, Which would save my soul. Nothing can be done, If it's not meant, or destined, to be. Is that word love?

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