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I measure and cut, cut and measure
Before nailing I polish and then I fit
In this way for long I hone my skill.

Before my birth I did not know
In a family of carpenter I am going to born
This is surely what you may call my fate or luck

I am not at all ashamed of being son of a carpenter
Nor I hesitate to tell you unequivocally

Luck always prevails over skill in a duel fight.
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Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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Wahab Abdul 07 May 2014

Anarae InLakech Silverwillow- - - - This would make a fabulous song, it sings in my ears.

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