Friday, March 12, 2010

recites from polly polnareff, volume 001.

"what custom, which course, what time.
to greet your forte.
or perhaps some as i, just have none."

"what labor you done is what decides it, so they say.
but love, do not abandon the centuries-proven-fact.
how the gifted ones are the eventual unalterables, above the less-blessed laborers."

"in a jiffy i discover.
each one's unlikely flair.
nobility, wit, wisdom, genius, or fair.
in eternity, i fail to uncover mine."

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