Marvin Abing
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak three hundred year
To fall a log at last dry bald and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far, in May:
Although it fall and die that night;
It was the plant and flower of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.
-Ben Jonson
Bye, Marvs. See you soon.
Comments:
abing, wherever you are, you will be missed, but will never be forgotten.
amen i say to you...
peaceful where you are...
your soul in nirvana...
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