Our future was once foretold,
On the banks of the Bosphorous,
A day of wind and bitter cold,
By a soothsayer that we laughed,
And shook our heads on hold,
But little did we know that some,
With grey hair and days old,
May very well know the fate,
Of others that await their bait.
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Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)
Reviewed on August 13, 2004
Always treasure the age and try to learn from them.
Good one.
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Good one.
Sandie May Angel