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Senior Member
How Do You Identify?:
Ol butch bones.
Preferred Pronoun?:
Old thing
Relationship Status:
Too old to play.
Join Date: Nov 2009
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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 or cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloodied but unbowed.
Beyond the 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. -Ernest Hensley
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