David Harris (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)
a creature profound
with mind unstable yet sound.
sometimes called the weaker sex
this saying is a pretext.
Though their skin may be softer than mans,
this does not mean they have no strength in their hands.
sent as an underling of man
sometimes gains the ruling hand
though love is their strength,
in more cases it is their weakness.
One of the gentlest creature at times,
the fiercest at other times.
(Date Written Unknown)
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