Poetry to Live by
Posted by Gallowglass D'Aramand on October 11, 1998 at 14:46:00:
On a morning filled with chill, a armor clad horseman rode over the hill.
He lifted his visor and looked around, only to find a basket, lying about.
The horseman dismounted and looked inside, only to find a small, baby
girl within. She laughed at the sight of him, which made him take pity in
return. He gathered her up and rode of to his estate.
The horseman never gave up on the child and taught her everything he knew.
The girl grew up and was the envy of all, but she always remembered what he
taught her: Never look to others for fault, always return the kindness others
have shown, and always, always be nice to those who are immortal.
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