Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Sonnet Xviii Comments

Rating: 2.8
THe rolling wheele that runneth often round,
The hardest steele in tract of time doth teare:
and drizling drops that often doe redound,
the firmest flint doth in continuance weare.


Edmund Spenser
Shouted 11 March 2018
This poem is good for a man like you
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