The backlash of a formidable foe will only sore my back / As I listen to the words of one who once ruled / But does it matter if I hate or love / Or find some home in the middle? / Many have reigned and won / Just as many have reigned and lost / The broad relationship trickles down to my own acquaintance / And a judgment most foul will either form or deplete what kind words have already been uttered / Can someone love without agreement? / Or can someone agree with the one who they hate? / Enemies are formed faster than friends it seems / when the soul we have yet to know / Through a law of rushing conclusions / one must find the time to wait / and heed the words of one / Who on one cent imparts some sense once common: / "Defeat your enemies by making them your friends"
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Ashley Weaver
I love to travel and record in my own voice the stories and discoveries from each destination. I have a Bachelors in Creative Writing and some of my other interests include history, theatre, and filmography.
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