The beautiful little black lamb and,
The pretty little white lamb went to school;
And wisdom and knowledge were their best friends,
And by their fruits you shall know them.
Nora is my friend but,
When you are half-way up means you are half-way down!
For the eye is the light of the body.
I am the pilot in the sky and,
Politeness is the act of choosing among your thoughts;
And you will know them by their fruits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely tribute write Edward...good flow throughout...Fi...10++