Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Fate’s book, but my italics.
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I should sugar and preserve my days like fruit! last words
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
Simple Poem I shall make it simple so you understand. Making it simple will make it clear for me. When…