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A Eunuch Complains Of His Fate

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A few fine lines, at random drawn,
Like the shell-pattern wrought in lawn
To hasty glance will seem.
My trivial faults base slander's slime
Distorted into foulest crime,
And men me worthless deem.

A few small points, pricked down on wood,
May be made out a picture good
Of the bright Southern Sieve.
Who planned, and helped those slanderers vile,
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Susan Williams 18 January 2016
Gossips wreak as much damage in our world as liars. To me, slanderers and gossips are liars. They relate what they heard but did not see- -they exaggerate the terrible and minimize the rest. It's no wonder we want to see them get their just deserts now rather than later!
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Manonton Dalan 18 January 2016
slanderers were here before and are still here... nothing'change
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* Sunprincess * 18 January 2016
...........a wonderful poem.....to complain of one's fate is pointless....fate always has the upper hand ?
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