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The limbs that move, the eyes that see, These are not entirely me; Dead men and women helped to shape The mold which I do not escape; The words I speak, my written line, These are not uniquely mine. For in my heart and in my will Old ancestors are warring still, Celt, Roman, Saxon, and all the dead From whose rich blood my veins are fed, In aspect, gesture, voices, tone, Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone; In fields they tilled I plow the sod, I walk the mountain paths they trod; And round my daily steps arise The good and bad of those I comprise. by English author Richard Rolle, written over 600 years ago. Thankyou @Marianna D.A. for sharing this with us....
Posted on: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 05:39:14 +0000

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