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Posted: 6/11/2001 4:37:18 PM EST
Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud, Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. -- William Ernest Henley
Link Posted: 6/11/2001 6:49:44 PM EST
Who ever said the press told the complete truth?
Link Posted: 6/12/2001 5:19:12 PM EST
Kick Ass Poem, and I'm no Poem Reader! We'll, Timbo Talked the Talk.... Now, He OD'd So We The People Didn't know if he just Talked the Talk, or Walked the Walk.... If he was wacked enough to believe that "collateral damage" stuff about the kids, he should have been a General Officer...
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