PORTIAA Poem by shangalaThe will of my father PORTIA
I may choose neither, So is the will of a living me, By the will of a dead father, I can not choose one nor refuse none. Gold; "Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire." Silver: "Who chooseth me shall have as much as he deserves." Lead: "Who chooseth me must give and hazard all the hath." You must take your chance, Either not to attempt all, If you choose wrong, Swear never to speak to a lady afterward... Otherwise, hanging and wiving goes by destiny. © 2014 shangala |
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Added on January 27, 2014 Last Updated on January 27, 2014 |

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