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The stanza below is among my favorite ones that i've ever written. Its the last stanza from the poem entitled 'Spinning Wheel' that i wrote for Aunty Kathy last Christmas.Here it goes....

It doesn’t matter if life is a ruthless master,
For I am not a milquetoast,
To fall on my knees and never rise up.
I shall stare life to a halt,
And spin a yarn that I have always yearned for.

Lady Indira =)

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  1. sheronFebruary 27, 2011 at 11:34 AM

    I like this poesia verymuch*few weeks back when we went to visit Aunty Kathy I saw the framed poem which you gave her she keeps it on a round table in the hall so she could see it always.. I think it was the best gift she had for last christmas* well done

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  2. Grymm RipperFebruary 27, 2011 at 11:40 AM

    wow...really?....thats nice ^_^!! i'm glad she liked it!

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  3. sheronFebruary 27, 2011 at 12:06 PM

    Samu you should make a new post with all the Poesie together so once in a while i can go through and reed them =)

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  4. Grymm RipperFebruary 28, 2011 at 1:26 PM

    ok =)

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